Open adoptions are more common these days then they were when I was born. I would say that my biological mother, I’ll call her Y. in this article, was lucky when my parents agreed to an open adoption. I also very glad that they did too. My bio. Mom and my real parents kept in contact over the years through letters and exchanged photos. I received gifts from Y. at Christmas time and on my birthday. I still have the flowers she received the day I was born.
I met Y. when I was about twelve years old. My parents left the decision up to me. I said that I would like to meet her and she agreed to meet me. We met at a McDonald’s during July. It was a bit weird for me, because I look a lot like her and I grew up in a household where my siblings and I were as different as night and day, they at the time were all fair haired with blue eyes, myself having black hair and brown eyes.
I was in awe because this was the woman whom I lived inside of for nine months. She was also blood. I was also very happy meeting her because I also got to meet some more of my biological family. I am so thankful that I met and had started a relationship with my great-grandparents, whom both passed away a few years ago after nearly seventy years of marriage. They were the ones who helped Y. make the decision to put me up for adoption.
I could not have asked for two better parents. I call them my real parents because they are the ones who raised me and loved me my whole life. They are amazing people who never gave up on me no matter what I have done. Their love is unconditional. I am very lucky to have them, I am also very lucky to have Y. for a biological mother. I know that she also loves me unconditionally as well. I am hoping that one day we will have a close relationship.