My birthday is coming up next week 🎉🥳 and as I am currently on my adoption journey, I have thought more about my birthday. I wrote some of my thoughts⬇️:
It’s weird to celebrate a birthday when the one who gave birth to you isn’t here to celebrate the day of your birth.
Sometimes, it’s funny to think that I do have biological parents,
Birth parents that I have never met,
I do not know their names,
How old they are.
Except they are in my genes and in my appearance.
My hope is that they think of me,
Love me and miss me,
But I don’t know why they gave me up,
Or why I was put up for adoption.
If I knew that,
Then I might have a better picture of what my birth parents thoughts were of me.
My only wish for my birthday is that they were here to celebrate it with me,
To hug and kiss me,
To take me back to the day and the pregnancy months my mom carried me for.
Nights when she felt me move.
When her water broke and the emotions she felt.
Was it excitement, fear, worry, relieve?
I wish she could see me now,
The daughter who is grown and has accomplished much,
But love cannot and should not be earned.
Love is who the person is.
It’s a gift.
I wish I could know her and my father.
What do they do for a living? I wish so badly that they were here.
What is it like to celebrate a birthday when the ones who brought you into this world are not here to help you blow out your candles? When you don’t know who they are and what they look like? All I know is that they are in my genes and my appearance. That is the closest thing I have to them. I miss them.💔