naïve need to feel worthy and wanted. I like to think I spared that tiny baby girl the shame I carried with me, the disdainful looks other people cast my way, the horrible names my mother called me. I hope I gave my daughter to wonderful parents who never for a moment let her feel unloved. If I ever see her again, I’ll tell her that she was never unloved, not for a moment. Someone else loved her from her first breath, wanted her, thought of her, hoped for her. I remember you. I’ve always remembered you. On that day of reunion, whenever it comes, those are the first words I will say to my own
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This hit home thinking of my littles biological families. How they must miss their grandchildren. I can’t wait to meet those that are already with the Father!
