Since my daughter was adopted from China, we have no records of her birthmother, but I still think of her often and wish I could say these things to her.
A letter from one mother to another.
Dear Birth Mother,
I think about you. Often. I’ve never met you. I wonder who you are. Where you live. Every time I brush my daughter’s long dark hair, I think of you and wonder if she got her beautiful hair from you.
If only I could meet you, my daughter’s birth mother, I would hug you as if we were long lost friends. I would say thank you, even though those words seem so small and insignificant in relation to the gift you’ve given me.