
I was driving in my car and this song, Everything to Me, came on the radio. I love Mark Schultz, but I have never heard this song. I was not prepared for the onslaught of emotions! Maybe I am a little hormonal, but I had to park the car and just cry. I cried for Linzi and I cried for her birthmother . Maybe it is denial on my part (I know it is!), but it is very hard for me to imagine Linzi's birthmother as a REAL person. I think of her with gratitude and affection, but somehow, she's just not tangible. This song took me to a place I hadn't let myself go to. Based on what we DO know about Linzi's first weeks, I do believe in my heart that her birth mother struggled with her decision (if she had a choice) and most likely took care of Linzi for several weeks or even a couple of months before placing her on the steps of a hospital, the safest place one could think of. Linzi was several weeks old when she was brought to the orphanage. Notice how I can't even say the words "abandon" or "found" when I talk about it? It's just too painful to say it and I don't want to believe it. I choose my words carefully. Maybe that is why I have never been able to imagine her birth mother as a real person. My heart aches for her. One other fact that has always spoke volumes was that Linzi was wrapped in a white quilt. She comes from a city that has a primarily Tibetan culture and in Tibetan culture, they would wrap a white scarf around a loved one when they said goodbye to symbolize their wish of a safe journey. As we left her province, our guide wrapped white scarves around our necks in the airport to wish us a safe journey. I will never forget the solemn and sincere look in her eyes as she wrapped the scarf around my neck and draped it on Linzi as she said goodbye. She went down the line and did that for each family in our group. That white scarf is my most treasured keepsake from China, it is also symbolic of the white quilt that began her journey to us. I imagine her birth family had the same intention as they wrapped her in that white quilt on that fateful fall day. Also, in Chinese culture, white is the color of mourning. We wear black to a funeral, they wear white. So I like to believe that Linzi's quilt was symbolic of the birth family's wish of a safe journey and/or their mourning. I have locked these feelings deep inside my heart and one day I will tell Linzi what I know for a fact, what I would like to believe and do my best help her to process it a healthy way. So when I heard this song today, it surfaced all the emotions I have, emotions I can imagine her birth mother may have and the emotions that Linzi will deal with as she grows and understands her story. You can listen to the song and see the video here, but be warned! The story of the video is about a birthmother and domestic adoption, but the emotions are universal regardless of how adoption has touched your life. It WILL make you cry and depending on where you are in your heart right now, it might be hard to watch. Even though it left me an emotional wreck, I think it was healthy because it gave me good dose of reality. Hopefully that will help me to better handle Linzi's questions and feelings when they come. She still lives in her happy little world, oblivious for the moment. But she has started to comment on her black hair and my blond hair, her brown eyes and my blue eyes. She knows she is from China and to her China is a magical, wonderful place. The tough questions are just around the corner, I am sure!

Starting this fall, on the anniversary of the day that Linzi was brought to the orphanage, I am going to start talking with her and honoring her birth mother on this day. I would like to believe that on that day, her birth mother is thinking of the baby she said goodbye to and wondering about her. We will be thinking of her, praying that she has peace in her heart and will somehow know that Linzi is loved, happy, has unlimited opportunities ahead and most of all, she is cherished beyond measure.
I bought this book last year but haven't read it to Linzi yet because she wasn't really ready. We will try again this year. It is wonderful for this type of discussion. I highly recommend it! You can order the book here.

9 comments:
That was beautiful, and I watched the video. I cried. I see why you had to stop and cry. I had to post it on my blog, hope you don't mind. I think that what you will be doing to honor the BM is so special and will mean so much to Linzi in the years to come.
Big Ladybug Hugs,
Debbie
oh lovely post. heartfelt...
I am an adoptee and so grateful to my birth mother for her gift of life.
How lovely to know she ws wrapped in the white quilt. I had not heard of this before. Very special indeed.
I'm so incredibly moved by your post. This is my first time to your site - you have the most beautiful family.
Isn't it interesting the things that mean so much - the white scarf, the white blanket. For us, it was the blue clothing our daughter was dressed in when she arrived at her SWI. I posted the story several weeks ago on our blog.
Thank you so much for capturing something so personal and heartfelt and allowing others to be blessed by that.
Heather
What a beautiful post... Your daughter is precious and beautiful and oh so loved. I am certain that what you are believing to be true about her birth mother and the white quilt is true. I know in my heart that my children's birth mothers love them very much. Although I will forever be thankful to them (more than words could ever express) for the gift of my babies, my heart breaks for them. I pray for them and I love how you are honoring her. I would like to do this for my children's birth mothers too. Thank you for sharing...
God's Peace
Daleea
Sheryl, this post is beautiful. Thanks for sharing such precious and intimate details.
I'll add this book to my "list"!
Cry? Of course - it doesn't take much as I look down at little Ally, who ought to be in bed now! What a sweet tribute and reminder of the gift we hold each time we look at our adopted children!
What a beautiful post. Yes, I too cried. We have always talked with our girls where they are from and at 2 years old they will tell you they were born in China. They will comment on their black hair and black eyes and mommies "yellow" hair and bwue eyes. It is so sweet. Thank you for sharing.
Every once in a while, I jump from blog to blog, just looking at what people say... I honestly can't remember what I was reading that lead me to your blog, and lead me to your post... But something did.
Right now, it's 2:05am in the morning, and I just finished reading your post. I should be sleeping, ready to face the day in the morning, but I'm not. I'm wide awake, and your post has made me come awake even more.
Not often do I find people who RESPECT the choices that birthmothers make. It's not often that I find people speaking highly of birthmothers and trying/hoping to understand why they made the choices that they made...
However, I am just that... I am a birthmother. She was born in July of 2006 and he was born in March of 2005... A perfect little girl and a perfect little boy. Her parents were in the waiting room of the hospital waiting on her arrival... They were in the room mere minutes after she was born... They were able to hold her less than thirty minutes after her birth. His parents... Got him when he was five days old and in an attorneys office...
I have an open adoption with her. Completely open... Not many people can understand (or respect) that either... But it's what works best for us... As a matter of fact, I had went without emailing/contacting them since about July... Tonight, I opened my email up and found an email from them.
I have a closed adoption with him. After having a completely open adoption with her... The closed adoption that I have with him was starting to emotionally kill me inside... I broke down to my attorney... and not long after that, pictures came in the mail of them with him... I wanted to know, needed to know somehow that they had him, and they all were a happy family. I got a chance that not many birthmothers who do closed adoptions never get to do. I got to see his face in the arms of his parents.
If you want to know how a birthmother feels... Ask me... I've been there and "done that" twice now. Both choices were made because it really WAS in the best interest of the children. I wasn't ready to be a parent... I was too young to be a parent... I was too unstable to be a parent to either of these children. One closed and one open... Do I regret either decision that was made? No... I made the decisions that I felt were best for me and for the baby at that time...
Sure things have changed and I'm stable in my life now, but I have no regrets... I think of them daily... I miss them daily... There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of them. However, I know that by giving them up to two parents who were ready for them, I made the best decisions possible for them... I hope they one day understand that and respect me for that choice... However, that's their choice.
Shehesshh... I never meant for this reply to be so long... I just wanted to thank you as a birthmother for honoring your daughters birthmother.
Catherine,
Thank you so much for your comment. Your words touched the deepest part of my soul today! There are many adoptive parents and people in general who DO respect the decisions and choices that birth mothers make. Choosing adoption when it is in the best interest of the baby is the ultimate act of love and self sacrifice. I pray that these children will someday know and understand just how difficult and loving your choices were. Bless you and I hope that you have found peace and happiness in your life. Your words also give me comfort and insight since I will never truly know what happened with my daughter's birth mother. However, based on what little information I have and what my heart tells me, I am sure that her choice was out of love and a wish for a life she was unable to provide for my daughter.
Blessings,
Sheryl
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