Our “Dear Birth Mother” Letter, Eleven Years Later

The baby we adopted when she was six days old turned eleven this week. ELEVEN. She got her first pair of pumps. She wore her first pair of pumps to walk a dog and ride a scooter. She scuffed her first pair of pumps. Sunrise, sunset.  Naturally, I am feeling nostalgic for those days when she was tiny and my house was clean and I could poop in private, but looking back I realized just how different our family is now than I thought we would be.

Back then we thought (because we were told) that I was infertile, and that adoption was our best chance to have a family. Now, I get pregnant every other year no matter what I try. We thought that a large family was beyond our reach, now we know that driving a compact car is beyond our reach. Truly, God laughs when you tell Him your plans. But you know who else should laugh? The sweet birth mothers and birth fathers who get to read the letters and forms that all of us clueless hopeful adoptive parents send to them. Don’t believe me? Here are parts from our letter from 2003:

Galan Family Collage

From our birth parent collage. Look at those well-rested morons with their extra disposable income.

Eleven years ago I had no idea how much my life was going to change. I thought I knew everything. I thought it would all work according to plan. And, basically, one percent of it did.  I am so glad that I have the chance to be the kind of mother I never thought I would be—and that Dora the Explorer is so smart.


What about you? How is your life different than you swore it would be? Are you actually the family you described in your Dear Birth Parents letter? Let me know in the comments!

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