Thank you for reading and for the kind words! Writing it was a journey—when I first started drafting, it ended with the second-to-last section of what I wanted to tell my daughter. But along the way, I found the real conclusion. Always exciting when a piece takes you somewhere different, and ultimately more true.
Thank you for sharing this piece of your family's story: it's beautiful and evocatively written, like scenes from a sepia-toned vignette.
I am adopted. My birth mom is still alive and well, and I'm grateful to have a loving relationship with her - but she lives millions and millions of miles away across the Pacific. And for all the technological advances in the world - for which I am grateful! - nothing replaces the immediacy and tangibility of embodiment. Jesus certainly knew that. (Note: I love my adoptive mother, yet we are not particularly close for many years long list of reasons. She is also my birth mom's sister, which makes family dynamics quite tricky, as you might imagine.)
All that to say, more than half my life so far has been lived in this space where I long for my birth mom in the most ordinary of circumstances. But what I didn't anticipate was something I recently told my husband: "No one ever told me that trying and wanting and failing to have our own children would make me miss my Mama so much more."
Thank you for reading, and for sharing a bit about yourself as well! I definitely understand what you mean in that final statement. Entering the world of motherhood makes me feel her absence so much more. Praying for you as you hold all those feelings and are desiring to have children, may Jesus be near and merciful!
wow this is raw and real. appreciate you sharing and the time it must have taken to shape the way you told this personal story.
Thank you for reading and for the kind words! Writing it was a journey—when I first started drafting, it ended with the second-to-last section of what I wanted to tell my daughter. But along the way, I found the real conclusion. Always exciting when a piece takes you somewhere different, and ultimately more true.
Thank you for sharing this piece of your family's story: it's beautiful and evocatively written, like scenes from a sepia-toned vignette.
I am adopted. My birth mom is still alive and well, and I'm grateful to have a loving relationship with her - but she lives millions and millions of miles away across the Pacific. And for all the technological advances in the world - for which I am grateful! - nothing replaces the immediacy and tangibility of embodiment. Jesus certainly knew that. (Note: I love my adoptive mother, yet we are not particularly close for many years long list of reasons. She is also my birth mom's sister, which makes family dynamics quite tricky, as you might imagine.)
All that to say, more than half my life so far has been lived in this space where I long for my birth mom in the most ordinary of circumstances. But what I didn't anticipate was something I recently told my husband: "No one ever told me that trying and wanting and failing to have our own children would make me miss my Mama so much more."
Thank you for reading, and for sharing a bit about yourself as well! I definitely understand what you mean in that final statement. Entering the world of motherhood makes me feel her absence so much more. Praying for you as you hold all those feelings and are desiring to have children, may Jesus be near and merciful!
As a daughter and as a mom, I was tearing up on this one. It is beautiful.
This is so beautiful, Hannah. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks, Alix! That means a lot.