We recently spent a month on vacation back east where Mr. R and I are both from.
That’s right, a month. It was glorious and just long enough for us to almost get to do everything we wanted to do.
At the top of the list was spending as much time as we could with Tyson’s birth family.
We had an all-day visit at their home with lots of his extended family, great food and wonderful conversation. They are seriously such a rad family that we are dang lucky to be part of.
It was a perfect day!
However, the event that I was most excited about during our visit was Tyson’s date with his birth mom.
She came to my parents’ house and picked him up. As soon as she rang the doorbell, he ran to her and gave her a huge hug. Then, for possibly the first time in his life, got his shoes and coat on without being asked. He was totally thrilled.
Although annoyed that I made him stop and take a few photos, he was giddy about their special day. He even got her a poinsettia.
Off they went on an adventure together. An evening of bonding and making memories, sharing a bond that he can only share with her and her with him. I respect that and I honor it. I love it, actually. She is also his mother.
Aside from planning the time and day for him, I wasn’t involved in their date.
I stayed home and didn’t think twice about it.
This is the wish that I have for all my children–that I can be a bridge during their early years in cultivating a relationship with their birth families (by making the effort to stay in lots of contact, keeping promises, etc.) so that when they are older (is 5 considered older? LOL) that they can have their own relationship that does not involve me but is supported by my husband and me.
Not only do I feel like it is my responsibility, I also feel it is my privilege.
Because I love my children so dearly, I dearly love their first families as well.
Open adoption, friends. I love it.