Fantasies and Fears

Point B:
As a birthmom, I always had many wonders about my daughter. Was she happy, was she healthy, did she look like me, how did she celebrate her birthday, what were her favorite things, did she know about me and did she ever think about me?

But then my insecurities surfaced and I asked myself even more questions. Does she hate, would she even like to meet me if we ever could, would I only be a big disappointment to her? It only continued on.

So for me, my biggest fantasy was actually telling her the truth.

Point A:
Lots of people always say they hope they have a rich uncle somewhere. Well, when you are adopted you fantasize about your biological family all the time.

For me, it was like when Annie sings “Maybe” in the movie Annie:
“Betcha they’re good, betcha they’re smart.”

Nothing else really mattered… although the rich uncle would have been nice!