by KATHY KRUGER
I wanted to share something very personal – a letter I wrote to our daughter’s birthmother seven years ago. I wrote it as I reflected on how lucky we are to have our daughter (even luckier now to have our son also).
At the time an adoptive mother was trying to organise an anthology of letters with the hope of publishing them in China and the hope that birth mothers there might actually read them and find some consolation in the sentiments. Unfortunately the project, as far as I know, didn’t proceed.
I’ve had many thoughts and feelings about our daughter’s birthmother since. I’ve hoped dearly that the pain of her loss has lessened with time and I’ve felt privileged that our joy in being parents has only deepened with the years. I’ve felt guilt and sadness and pride and joy, but this letter captures a point in time when I reflected very clearly on how loss is so central to adoption, and how, after all the sadness, gain is really the only thing we can take out of it.
Here is the letter:
She’s beautiful, just like you. Her dark eyes sparkle like diamonds, just like yours. Her smile lights up her face and the lives of those around her. She radiates. Her laughter gives happiness a sound.
She’s the master of the cheeky, winking grin. Her wonder and awe at the world is like an exclamation mark on her face. She looks like a little imp when she screws up her nose in that funny way that makes me smile.