Wish I could see you.

 Dear Bennett, 

I’d do anything to see you again. If I could see you, I would. 

💙

You have another little brother

 Dear Bennett, 

Today I’ve asked in a birthmoms group if I should tell your mom that you have another little brother. We kind of stopped talking much at all since she told me she was going to tell you you were adopted and about us but then never got back to me about it and pretended like it never happened. A year or two after that I told her I had to close the adoption to less contact throughout the year because it was too hard on me that she would often ignore my texts. Since then we’ve talked at max 3 times a year. Usually around Easter/your birthday and Christmas and I feel lucky if she responds but I don’t hold my breath over it anymore. What I really wish for - which I’ve plead for is for you to know me and your siblings - to have phone calls, and to meet you once a year - at least. 

Anyways- back to telling your mom about Emrys. I don’t know what the right thing to do is but your mom has ignored my previous texts and when she has responded she’s sent me some pictures and we’ve wished each other well but that’s been the extent of it for the past couple years now. So, I’ve decided not to tell her at this time but if it comes up because texting her and being ignored really hurts emotionally and leaves me feeling like I’m bothering her, which I don’t really want to to do - be a bother. I’ve let her know that I’m here for you whenever you need me so I have to trust that one day she’ll tell you and you’ll care to know me one day. 

I love you 💙

I found courage to ask to open the adoption

 I texted your mom asking her to open the adoption - of course with no response, as usual. I really miss you and it’s killing me that I don’t know how you are. I just wish I could be in your life and know you. I’m awaiting the day until I get to know you, and I know one day you’ll look for me. I love you, always. 

Adoption triad blanket and a dream

 3-4 days ago I had a dream. 

I was holding you. You were a baby. I was allowed to be in your life as I was promised, but I wasn’t allowed to tell you who or what I was to you - your first mother. 

I woke up feeling sad and wanting to go back to sleep to spend more time with you. 

Since then I’ve been having consistent flashbacks, memories to the moment where I was sitting in the hospital bed and real and consistent hard contractions hit. Labor started and it wasn’t just labor for me - it was the end and the beginning. Fear flooded my body and it wasn’t just fear of having to give birth. It was the fear knowing what the next couple days would bring - having to leave that hospital without my you. The scariest thing that a mother could possibly imagine. Going home empty handed. 

Yet, my story is a bit different than most mothers who go home empty handed because you were alive and well. But I was young, poor, uneducated, and pressured by many others into a lifelong torture chamber called adoption. 

I was “promised” for months by your mom and dad that you would grow up knowing me, I would “be like family”, and that we would have an open adoption. 

It’s been 9.5 years since that day and here I am with a closed adoption. You not knowing me. Never even knowing you’re  adopted. 

About a month ago I found a blanket/swaddle company that I’ve been purchasing through. They’re releasing a new pattern soon - the adoption triad symbol. At first, I was very triggered and hurt by this. But now I’m thinking I’ll have one made for you and send it to your mom to give to you. Worse that’ll happen is she won’t give it to you. Best that could happen is she feels obligated to give it to you and you asks her what it means and it possibly opens our adoption ? One can dream ... right?

Almost a decade already

Dear Bennett,
Your birthday came and went and you’re now 9! Goodness, I can’t believe almost ten years have gone by already. I wish I had all these great words for you but I have the typical - I miss you, I love you, and I wish I could be there so that you know you’re loved by so many more than just your family but my whole family too. There isn’t a day that goes by where you aren’t brought up and talked about in our home. We wish the world for you.
I reached out to your mom again on your birthday and she responded back. She sent me around 20 pictures of you.

Sending you lots of love and big hugs. 💗 I love you. 

Pandemic worries

There’s a pandemic going on. It’s pretty bad. I’ve been really worried for you, as have your siblings. Noel the other day said you were his top concern and that he wishes he could know you to know that you’re well. We all wish to know you every single day.
I sent your mom a text but I didn’t hear back from her. It’s been almost a month now and nothing. :/ I wish I knew you were safe and healthy like I was promised she would do.
We all miss you so much.
And love you. 💖

Thinking of you a lot, I love you

Dear Bennett,
I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
I am feeling so disappointed that it's been almost 9 years and that I still haven't been allowed to know you or meet you. I don't even think you know you're adopted or that I exist yet, which crushes me.
I remember being promised that we would have an open adoption, that I would "be like family", and that I would get to be in your life. I wish so badly that I wasn't lied to to the point of believing your aparents so that I would have kept you. It would have been difficult, I know, but at least I would have you and you'd know us.
It's Feb which I'm pretty sure is when I first reached out to the agency and spoke to your aparents, which is always a tough time period for me. Your mom fed me a story about how she had cancer and couldn't ever have children, she cried on the phone begging me to be her savior and to please let her have a family - by letting her take you from me. I remember after the phone call with your aparents, the agency guilted and shamed me for me telling them I was unsure if I could go through with it. I was told that I was a horrible person for having got your amoms hopes up and how dare I give her false hope and then rip it away from her. I remember feeling so scared, alone, and devastated. I wanted nothing more to keep you but I just had no support and without any support I had no idea how I could even begin to fathom keeping you when I had no money, no job, and no home. If I could go back in time I would do absolutely anything in my power to have been able to take you home with me... but I can't, I can only move forward without you and pray for the day that you may one day want to know me. It's been almost 10 years... next year will make 10 years that I've lived without you, and not a single day has passed where it hasn't haunted me. God, I was so weak and I allowed people to prey on me and take you from me. I wish I had better strength. But I know that your family is your family now, and that you love them. I hope though that one day you can open your heart to be loved by me and your siblings on this side too. We love you and every single day I will continue to think of you.