I’m copying and pasting this directly from Facebook; it garnered a lot of very kind genuine comments. I truly mean it, and I love it. When I get time I’m going to add the comments that people have left, because they were great to wake up to.
It’s a bit late; I’ve had some sleeping pills so here comes serious Jess:
On Mother’s Day I always wonder if she thinks of me. If she knows when she handed me over to one helluva great family. And then to worry about it for nearly 7 months before they’d sign paperwork and it would all be legal, forever not hers, but theirs.
The thing about that is, where does it leave me? The girl who grew under the heart and in a uterus / tummy of a lady whom if I met it was briefly for the first few days of life. To be handed to the forever family on day I was able to be discharged and go home with.