Every now and then I read something that warms my heart. With all the gloom and doom that surrounds adoption (or, any subject), it's nice to see a glimmer of hope or happiness in words of another touched by the triad.

A post by an adoptee made me smile for many reasons this morning. It's not an all-around happy post as there are some issues that sit deep within but the sentiment makes me, as a birth mother, feel warm and fuzzy.

The post author talks about her "three mothers." The first, of course, is her birth mother. She has never met her but acknowledges her presence in her life. The second is her foster mother whom she will be meeting for the second time ever! And the third, of course, is her adoptive mother with whom she struggles to have a relationship.

All of them have touched her life in different ways. And yet she says:

I have acknowledged and love these three women on different levels of my journey in life. These are My Three Mothers.

See? Beautiful sentiment.

As a birth mother, a first mother, I can only hope that my placed daughter will be able to see the importance, in any way, that I had in her life. That's a big connection to make! Ask any angst-ridden teenager if their everyday parents are important in their life journey and the answers will vary from a hearty no to an emphatic yes. Recognizing those who have shaped our lives, especially ones who may not be present, isn't always easy.

I felt the need to share this with other birth mothers this morning because I know that it will warm more than my own heart. So many mothers before me and mothers to come would love to hear things like that from their relinquished child. Due to reasons out of our control, like search and reunion or personal communication issues, many may never hear it. Some might know it but not hear it and some may not have either on their plate. So knowing that some adoptees feel this way can be a consolation of sorts.

Happy April! Glad to start it off on the right foot!

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