But, now I had a person and a voice connected to those letters that had been written to me so many times before, and now I had a picture of all of us. Together.
So, to the men who told me I couldn’t and to the people who told me I’m not worthy, I have only five words for you: I’m not less than you.
To my birth mom.
To my adopted mom.
To all my other moms.
Happy Mother’s Day.
I hope that there will be more acknowledgement of trauma and emotional confusion that is so prevalent among adoptees. I hope it shows that children have a lot more insight than may be perceived.
But instead I was told I couldn’t be who I was, I was shamed, ignored and threatened with termination of enrollment. You showed me who God wasn’t, the judgment stronger than any form of love.
Because without listening, we won’t hear, and without hearing, we won’t grow, and without growth, we won’t change. So, listen.