Last week CAC Adoption Advocate and Birth Mother, Lori, shared a powerful poem on her experiences as a young birth mother and the relationships the Lord knitted together through adoption. Today and throughout the rest of this month Lori will be sharing pieces of her story through poems, posts and inspiring words.
In the early days after the decision to place my son for adoption, the arrival of large envelopes of photos were all I had to satisfy the desperate, motherly longing and connection. Blessed was I that my son’s adoptive mother was—and still is—an amazing woman with an ability to grasp what I could’ve, would’ve and might’ve been feeling. She was steady and persistent, constantly sending me the glimpses and pieces of him.
My heart, which was a barren drought of loss, absorbed every single drop like a soaking rain in a desert. Day by day, growth began to creep into the landscape of my life and my heart—even my perception of the future flourished and bloomed. Little by little, I got light, life and love in photos, meet-ups, heartfelt letters, and even phone calls. I’m sure it wasn’t as easy back in 1994 as it is now, since social media and FaceTime are instant and engaging. She made time in the busy schedule of raising family to think about and include me. I truly believe God chose our paths to cross.