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.
To my birth mom.
To my adopted mom.
To all my other moms.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Because without listening, we won’t hear, and without hearing, we won’t grow, and without growth, we won’t change. So, listen.
Hear stories and listen to what makes each person their individual selves instead of placing them into a box. Be good to one another. Be kind and open, and be a human to a human.
But I’m a believer in the impossible, and know that if we set our hearts and minds to it, we can overcome anything.
I easily fell into that way of thinking, equating my lack of interest in boys to thinking I wasn’t ready for them; I was too immature or had other interests that required my attention. I believed I must just be a late bloomer.