Dear Mom,

I haven’t spoken to you, ever. I don’t even know if you are alive. There are times when I miss you. This letter is for you.

I’m 26 years old now. I’m married to a wonderful man. I bought a house a few years back. I have a dog and a cat. I hope this is the kind of life you hoped I would have when you gave me up.

I know there are a lot of adopted children that are mad and bitter. I wanted to tell you, that I am not one of them. I feel blessed that you made the decision you did. You gave me a wonderful life.

I was adopted by George and Karen, a couple from New York. They moved down to the south when they were married. Karen couldn’t have children so she found me. She is such a wonderful mother. She’s beautiful and kind. And even though I didn’t inherit any of her good looks, I know that I inherited her good heart. She’s always encouraged me and supported me no matter what. George is the best father I could have asked for. He makes everyone around him laugh. When I was a little girl he made a swing for me called the ribbon swing. He would push me so high into the air, I felt like I was flying.

They gave me the best life, filled with love and laughter.

I’ve been thinking about you because my husband and I want to have a baby. My whole life I wanted a daughter and I wanted to name her Julia. Do you remember that Julia is the name you gave to me at birth?

So, I guess this letter is a thank you. Thank you for realizing that you couldn’t raise me. Thank you for giving me the kind of life you weren’t able to provide.

I’m okay.

Love,

Erica