March 19th is a date that lives quietly but deeply in my heart.
It’s the day my daughter, Laura, was born.
There are no perfect words for a story like ours. Adoption carries so many layers—love, loss, questions, and feelings that can last a lifetime. And while I can never fully understand your experience or your emotions, I want to acknowledge them.
You may have felt confusion.
You may have felt hurt.
You may have wondered why.
Those feelings are real. They matter. And they deserve to be seen.
When I made the decision to place you for adoption, I was a young, overwhelmed single mom, trying to care for your brother and struggling more than I knew how to handle. I believed—at that time—that I could not give you the life you deserved.
But believing something and knowing how it might affect you are two very different things.
If my decision caused you pain, questions, or feelings of loss, I am deeply sorry for that. You deserved a beginning that felt whole and certain. And I recognize that my choice may have left you with pieces to sort through that were never yours to carry.
What I want you to know—without taking away from your experience—is this:
You were, and always have been, worthy of love, stability, and belonging.
March 19th will always be more than a birthday to me. It is a reminder of you—of your life, your journey, and all that you are, wherever that path has taken you.
I don’t expect anything.
I don’t assume anything.
I simply hold space—for your feelings, your story, and your truth.
And I send love, always.
Mom 🤍