This
appeared in a Ann Landers column many years ago..a poem
from a adoptive mother to the birthmother.
Dear Ann Landers: It would mean a great deal to me to
have this poem printed
in December. The child we adopted will celebrate a first
birthday then.
Amid the joy and preparation of adoptive parents, people
have a tendency to
forget the heartache that was suffered by the birth
mother when she parted
with her child. This poem is a reminder to all adoptive
parents everywhere
that a very big price was paid by a selfless woman who
gave up her precious
baby so he or she could have a better life. -Please no
name or state, just
Grateful
A
BIRTHDAY
It's my
child's birthday
He just went dashing by
His eyes are sparkling with the excitement meant only for
today.
Presents, kisses, hugs, cake, ice cream
It all seems so natural.
It's a day of looking back and looking forward.
It's my child's birthday
But there is something different happening inside me.
This should be a day of complete joy
A day for Thanksgiving
But in the midst of all this excitement
I pause, because my thoughts are about someone else for a
time.
It's my child's birthday
I have no memories of his life growing inside me and
fighting to be
released.
Another someone was there
Another someone suffered for my joy.
It's my child's birthday
But someone, somewhere, is feeling emptiness inside.
I'm sure she is wondering
Who he looks like
If he is big or small.
Wondering if he laughs much.
It's my child's birthday
And in the midst of this blessed day that was given to me
I have a prayer.
Oh God, that I may never forget that someone suffered so
much to give life
to my child.
That someone loved my child so very much that she gave
him the right to
live. May I never
forget for a moment and especially now, today, to offer a
prayer of thanks
for that someone
and that you, dear God, will always be there for that
someone to help her
through the hurts
she will have when she stops to think that today is
"my child's birthday."
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