Strange how the universe answers my random blogging calls.
As I alluded to in my other post, we haven’t heard from bio mom in quite a while. Sprout has been handling it surprisingly well (I expected him to lose it on our recent vacation since distance has historically been a bigger trigger than time), but it’s clearly on his mind – as it is on mine.
I recently sent another email on a whim and was happy to get a quick response! Such a nice gift for Sprout, whose birthday is in a few days. She was even open to planning a visit – and you know how much I’ve been hoping for that!
But then there was the other part. The ‘oh by the way not sure if you’ve heard but I had another baby and am doing great and am getting her back soon’ part.
Lots to feel about that.
Happy for her? (I mean, it was once my prayer)
Scared for Blossom’s current parents? (it all seemed so meant to be)
I don’t even know. But what I do know is that it’s added confirmation of what my heart has been starting to accept: Blossom was not meant to be my daughter.
I’m so very grateful, for myself and my children, that we are not the family on the other end of mom’s reunification attempts and are able to have this perspective instead.