I Love You Birth Mommy and Daddy For The Unknown Traits That Are From You

Today I came across a post that my friend shared advertising the 'Mommy Milk' called Anmum that is based in the Philippines. It is suggested for pregnant women who need extra vitamins and minerals to keep their baby strong - as portrayed in their advertisement.

It was a cute little video with a cartoon baby that is voiced by a sweet and innocent voice. The baby is continuously smiling, jumping, and laughing while the mother experiences the first trimesters of pregnancy. It's a feel-good advertisement that makes you happy and I could understand why it has been watched by 980,000 people. It touches the emotional heartstrings of it's pregnant audience.. Plus with hormones fluctuating, I wouldn't be surprise if there's been happy, pregnant, tears shed!

But, while it made me smile and think about when I may have a biological childl... The ending kind of got me. It made me feel slightly hollow, kind of like I missed out on something that this mother and baby shared. And I guess, in a way, I sort of have. It's said that a mother and her child share a special bond that no one could understand. It is unbreakable, forever and irreplaceable. Like many pregnant women, they hold their belly with tired eyes, knowing that their baby will soon be in their arms.

My story is different. I'm not sure I had that unbreakable bond with my birth mother. If I did, she would probably miss me. Any mother would. It's heartbreaking to think that a family has to give up their child because of the law or because they can't afford them. I am grateful though... to have had a second chance. So many children around the world don't get a second chance at education, at free health care, or a loving family that took them with embraced arms. I am so lucky. I love my family. They see me as their daughter and sister, never as an outsider- like some adoptees experience. Environment has held a key role in the person I am today and without my family, I would not be the same person.

But, I have to wonder if my birth mother held me. I hope she did. I hope she looked at me when I was born and told me all the traits that she has, she wishes I have too. I hope my birth father held me and was happy that he had a precious, little girl. I hope he looked at me and told me all the traits that he has, he wishes I have too. I hope my smiling eyes are from my mother and my determined mind is from my father. I hope my feet and hands are from my mother and my nose from my father. I hope my courage is from my mother and my empathy from my father. But most of all, I hope that when I meet my birth family some day, they are able to see all the traits they admire in themselves, in me. So thank you birth mom and dad, for all the unknown traits in myself, that are from you.