I wanted to hold something she had held. I wanted to touch something that had been in her hands. I wanted to see words written from her own hand. A hand that, not so long ago but oh so long ago, I had touched. A hand that I had counted all the fingers on, kissed.
Today I was directed to a blog post that was inspired by Lea Grove's Dear Less Than Perfect Mom. This blog was written by children's author Kathy Lynn Harris. Kathy thought that it would be fitting to do her own "adoptive mom" version of "Dear Less Than Perfect Mom." For the life of me I cannot understand why … Continue reading The Birth Relative Monsters