Got a text from my son's adoptive mom on his first day of school

It was just a picture, you know? He's standing there with his backpack that's way too big for him, this huge smile on his face. She wrote, 'He was so brave. Thought you'd want to see.' I must have stared at it for twenty minutes. I didn't get to be there, but she made sure I didn't miss it. That small act of sharing a normal Tuesday morning meant everything. It's been five years since the adoption, and moments like this make the hard choice feel a little less heavy. It's not about big things, just knowing he's happy and loved. Does it ever get easier, getting these little glimpses into a life you're not part of every day?

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grayw3215d ago

Feels like getting a postcard from a vacation you paid for.

logan29915d ago

Ugh, I just asked for a refund when that happened to me.