Through the years we have maintained contact. When she was younger, it was in the form of visits and updates from her adoptive parents. Some years there were lots of visits, and others our visits seemed few and far between. But we never lost contact; I always knew how my daughter was doing and what she was up to in life. Her adoptive parents always send Mother’s Day gifts and I always send her mama a text to thank her for giving our daughter a future. Sometimes it was hard, really stinking hard. There were moments that broke my heart as her birth mama… hearing her call her adoptive mom ‘mom’ for the very first time. When she fell, her adoptive mom was her comfort, even though I deeply wanted to be a source of comfort for her.
Recently though, it has been beautifully hard. My birth daughter is now 16 and in her junior year of high school. My baby girl and I are blessed to see one another weekly. She calls me mama and reaches out when she needs advice or just a listening ear. My 3 children absolutely love their big sister and run and jump into her arms when she walks through the door. My home has become a safe place for her. My heart is so full knowing God used all of the hard and is continually using it for His glory. We send snapchats daily and we are most definitely on one another’s best friend’s lists. I even have made a few appearances on her TikTok account.
