We have what is termed a medium/closed adoption. What that means is that we have limited, indirect contact with our birth mother. Each year on Ava’s birthday she sends Ava a birthday message via our Social Worker and we message her on special days like mothers day etc.
I’ve blogged before that the most surprising thing to come of our adoption journey is the very special bond that I have with Ava’s birth mom. From the moment we met there was something deeply familiar about her, like somehow this was our shared destiny, we were always meant to share this journey together, like our souls were always destined to meet and through happiness and grief, we would be bound together.
As the weeks became months and the months became years, as Ava went from a tiny new born to a cheeky, flourishing little girl, I have found my bond to Ava’s birth mom growing stronger and not weaker. I have longed to talk to her, I have ached to know how she is doing, to share little anecdotes with her about Ava, she is always with me as I am sure, she carries a piece of me with her always.
I’ve always harboured a secret hope that she read my blog, that she’d be proud of the job we’re doing as Ava’s parents. Then on the 22nd of January, I wrote this blog post: Dear *I* – The Ties That Bind Us. Our social worker, who we are both friends with on Face Book shared that specific post on her wall.
I only noticed now, after receiving a message from our SW on FB this morning and browsing her wall, but the very next day, after my ties that bind us post, that Ava’s birth mom posted this picture to our SW’s FB wall, with the following message:
“To Sharon & Little Ava…. I love you lots!”