first attempt: A letter to my Birth Mother.

So I sent in the paper work to find my birth mother. I guess the judge only approved finding my mother, but my intermediary (the person doing the search) says once you find your mother, you can usually find your father. I thought for kicks I'd start drafting my letter here. Of course omitting whatever is not pro-internet-safety. :P

So here goes..

Dear ____,

I never, for one second, thought that you were a bad person. I still don't and I never will. Choosing to give me up was gutsy, brave, and I'm sure it hurt like hell. For all the above, you, and my father, too, have nothing but my utmost respect and admiration. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to try and find you; I'll hope you forgive me.

For what it's worth, I'll try to catch you up. Hopefully, I'll also show you that I went to a good home. I mean, for all intents and purposes, I actually did.

(Wow, does this sound stiff, or what?!)

I've always thought it was kind of amusing that when people find out I'm adopted, they seem to think it's some sort of dramatic thing, that I'm so unfortunate. I mean you no offense when I tell you that for me, being adopted is no different than having brown hair or brown eyes. It's just another fact. (My adoptive mother was always telling me I was adopted before I even understood her words, much less the concept.) The only difference that I can tell is that I've traded all the creepy birth stories for creepy adoption stories. And a bunch of people, somewhere out there, sacrificed a lot for my happiness and really blessed my adoptive parents... at least until I became a teenager. (Insert sinister laugh here.)

You know, this whole shroud-of-secrecy thing surrounding adoptions displaces copious amounts of air, if you ask me. Kids are missing part of their history and birthparents are missing out on lives they'll never forget. It's unnecessary and cruel and I'll never understand it. But then, I'm of a different generation.

...to be continued...