Until I was in junior high, I didn’t know anyone who was adopted, except for my brother. Perhaps that was because my mother frowned on us telling anyone we were adopted. It was kind of obvious…my brother and I are only two months apart in age and we are as different as night and day. We were a mismatched family. My first adopted friend, Pam and I have stayed connected as good friends all these years.
Interestingly, it wasn’t until I was going through the hardest time in my life, Betty, a birth mother, came along beside me offering her continuous love, support and encouragement. Up until that time, I had not known anyone personally who placed their child for adoption. Betty and I have stayed connected as good friends for many years as well. Although, we don’t talk as often anymore, we are still deeply connected.
Last night, I received a message from my friend, Betty. I have felt sad for her; I knew that her husband had died this past year. But it was sharing her birth daughter’s words that brought tears of happiness for her, “I have found my Christmas Spirit and it didn’t come from a store. My mother is coming to spend Christmas with me.”
As a true definition of what friendship means to me, Betty followed her beautiful message with, “I hope you receive a Christmas miracle, too.”
I believe I already received mine many years ago, when my birth mother friend came into my life at just the right time. I love you Betty!