For My Son's Birthmother

He is 30 days old now. He is a beautiful baby. I look at him and try to see you. I don't know you. I don't know what you look like or what is in your heart. I know that you are someone that I would really love to know. You have a lot of courage and you are very brave. You took such good care of your son, despite how he was conceived. You're so young yet you choose life for this little boy, despite the pain it caused your family. Despite the breakup of your parent's marriage, despite your younger siblings blaming you for the end of their family. YOU CHOOSE LIFE. Despite being in high school and being made fun of by your peers, you held your head high, kept your baby safe and warm and continue to walk in the shoe's that appear way to big for a 16 year girl to walk in. You walk in shoe's that many women could not walk in. They may say you are a child but that is not so in my eye's. You are a mother, a woman who kept her baby safe, despite the tragic events that started his life. You have grown up in the quickest way possible. You are no longer a child. You set your son free so he can fly without the stigma attached to him. You loved him so much that you attended each doctor's appointment, ate the right things, took your prenatal vitamins, never touched a drink or an unprescribed drug. You read about him, what was developing, where he was at each stage. This endears me to you for I have often looked at that book, and wondered what was developing each month. I can picture you doing this. You loved him with all your heart, of this I have NO doubt. I hope and pray that someday, you will come forward and want to be a part of his life. We are here. We are waiting. Our door is always open. We're connected now, thru our son, we are family. I hope someday you can accept us as such. Here is a poem I found online. I will be using it in his life book with your name. I hope you like it. "Tiny Footprints" Before your lungs could breathe and your eye's could see, your little feet were walking all over me. Before you could crawl, and even talk, your little toes took a walk. They took a journey went far and wide. They traveled to my soul Where they now reside. With every second that passes they make another move. With every day that ends, they dig another groove. No matter how long or how far we might be apart, your tiny little footprints are all over my heart. A bmom "Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.