My son found his birth mother at 16 and asked me to drive him to meet her. I thought I was prepared… until she opened the door. The second I saw her face, I realized this wasn’t just his past coming back. It was mine too.
I always knew this day might come, but I never imagined it would feel like this.
When I adopted my son, Matt, I made a promise I intended to keep no matter what. I would never lie to him about where he came from. I would answer every question, even the ones that scared me.
Still, I held onto a quiet hope I never admitted out loud.