Dear Adoption, Please Tell Her (My Birth Mother) Part 2 / Read Part 1 here
Tell her I’m not angry.
Tell her I don’t blame her.
Tell her I wept for her.
Tell her I hoped for her.
Tell her I missed her.
Tell her my questions are not judgments.
Tell her I’ll be understanding.
Tell her I just want to be seen.
Tell her I want our eyes to meet; are they the same?
Tell her I want to laugh with her; does she get the hiccups when she laughs too hard, for too long?
Tell her my soul has longed for something only she can give.
Tell her I remember her; at least I think my infant self will remember her scent, her voice, her movements.
Tell her I’m scared too, but I’m not scared of her.
Tell her she’s what I want.
Tell her if she wants to weep, we can weep together.
Tell her I don’t care what scars she has acquired over our decades apart.
Tell her I won’t reveal my scars either.
Tell her I survived.
Tell her I’m okay now.
Tell her I know this isn’t easy; it’s hard for me too.
Tell her I’m not here to unravel her life.
Tell her she has 2 beautiful granddaughters; do they resemble her?
Tell her I just want her to be proud.
Tell her it’s okay.
Tell her I want to touch her hand and feel her realness and for her touch to bring me into existence.
Tell her not to be afraid anymore.
Tell her Happy Mother’s Day.