One of the most verbal folks that used to dissuade me from inviting my eldest's birth family for the holidays shared with me the other day a story. It isn't my story but it makes me wonder how I will handle life if it plays out this way. This letting go ....letting go of control...of our children.
My friend is a grandmother who watched from the sidelines her birthgrandson be adopted. There is an open adoption. Birthmom, my friend's daughter, has gotten her life together and done well in serving others for over a decade. The birthgrandson is now married and just had a son. The birthgrandson is going to move from his adoptive family's city to the city of his birthmom. To be more exact he, his wife and child will be moving into his birthmom's house and begin working in the same service industry his birthmother works in. This may allow my friend who is a grandmom to watch her great grandson for which she is forever pleased. She requested I pray over this situation as she is concerned about what a huge leap of faith it is. Her grandson is leaving a job he has worked at for a number of years and it is a good company.
My heart went out to his adoptive mother. Maybe she is a better woman than me, maybe she has had the opportunity to grow over the years for I know I've grown over the years and it's only been 8. He is in his 20's..... All I know is from this view point, if my children have their first child, my grandchid and then move across the country to move in with their birth families I will feel a great sense of loss, if either one of them leaves to do so. Yet, I suppose that is how my mom feels about me choosing to live across the country near my husband's family rather than near my birthfamily.
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