Letter to my birth son Jason

Dear Jason Christopher,
Some special people known as adoptees have the privilege of having two mothers. I am your birth mother. I could never replace the mother you grew up with and love. We both have different roles in your life and both love you very much!

Please know that you are loved and thought of daily. I pray for the day that I can see you once again. I would love to be a part of your life in whatever way is comfortable for you. Your privacy will be respected at all times. I would be happy to write to you at your own private post office box. Your communication with me would remain a secret as long as that is what you need.

There is so much that I would like to tell you about myself and your brother Michael, and my husband Steve (Nene). There are things you should know about your medical history. Your grandmother, Sue and grandfather Jack are waiting for the day to see you again too! There are so many people who remember you as a baby when you were still with me.

I will always answer ANY questions you have about me and your birth, or anything that you want to know. Please feel free to ASK.....and give me a chance to explain my situation at that time. You might be surprised to find out that things may not be like you think they are.......

I would love to hear all about your life and your interests and your children and girlfriend. Please feel free to contact me by phone or letter or email, ANY TIME!

Mom Debbie

Poems

"Legacy of an Adopted Child"
Once there were two women; who never knew each other
One you do not remember; the other you call mother
Two different lives shaped to make yours one
One became your guiding star
The other became your sun
The first gave you life; and the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love; and the second was there to give it
One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name
One gave you the seed of talent; the other gave you an aim
One gave you emotions; the other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile; the other dried your tears
One grieves the day she lost you
The other wished for a child; and fate led her straight to you
And now you ask me through your tears
The age-old question through the years
Heredity or environment
Which are you a product of?
Neither my darling....neither.....just two different kinds of love.
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Grown Children
When my grown children
have to cope with disappointment,
there's a restless, helpless feeling
that scurries in and out
of every thought I have
For my protective instincts
are still strong,
even though the days are gone
when I could right
the wrongs done to them.
Gone also are the days
when I could tell them what to do
My mind knows they must
make their own decisions,
though some may be mistakes.
But my heart would
like to help them,
and when it can't.....it aches.

My Wish List

I wish to know you and your family. I wish for you to give me a chance to prove my love for you.
I wish for you a very happy and prosperous life.

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