Friday? And our tax refund is in? I'm getting a hair cut and possibly a color today! That's fresh! But for today's Fresh Outlook Friday post, I bring to you a blog that makes me feel a whole slew of emotions all at once.

Letters to a Birthmother is written by an adoptive mother to her child's birth mother, with whom she doesn't have much contact. The lack of contact is not her decision or her wish. In her own words:

I’ve been the Mama to the Woobie for about a year now, but haven’t had much contact with his firstmother. Although we send letters and pictures often, and offer personal contact, she apparently isn’t ready for that yet. So, in order to help me organize my thoughts about her, and her role in our lives, I will use this as a forum to write all the “heavy stuff” I have to say to her…the stuff that I can’t really say in my letters to her. Perhaps this will someday be a journal for Woob to read so he knows exactly how I felt as he was growing up. Perhaps someday, I will be able to say all these things to N. myself.

I think it's an amazingly beautiful gesture. If, for some reason, I felt incapable of maintaining contact with J and D, I'd be moved to know that D kept a journal of some sorts to share things with/about/for me. Maybe N, the birth mother in question, will happen across this blog someday and be moved into boosting the contact level.

Started just recently, all three posts have made me smile (or get misty eyed). I do love Confessions - What Our Family is REALLY Like the best at this point. No adoptive profile is going to say those things, is it? But all families have quirks like these, don't they? And the sentiment and feeling behind the revelations that fast food is sometimes easier makes me feel something...

All this to say–we’re normal and real–there’s no ivory tower here. Please don’t feel you need to stay away for fear you’ll wreck our perfect life…we simply live day to day and pretty much enjoy our lives and take things as things come. Fact is, we’re scared if you know all these things about us, you might overlook all the great things we’ve got going as well. It’s funny, because all those things we know about ourselves help us to focus better energy and habits into the Woobie. Even if WE don’t do things the way we’re supposed to for ourselves, we do it for him. He has a well-balanced diet, structure, a savings account, lots of time spent with books and clean sheets in the crib.

He will have the knowledge that love doesn’t have to be perfect to still be true.

To be honest? The housekeeping in our home isn't top notch either. Sometimes we bounce checks as well. And the television is almost always on, if only for background noise. Being a family doesn't mean being perfect, it just means being a family. Acknowledging that, wanting her child's birth mother to understand that and making sure that it is know that the child will be loved no matter what are all beautiful things.

I find the blog unique and fresh; letters written specifically to the child's first mother instead of to the general reading public. I look forward to watching this blog grow.