As I have mentioned in previous posts, we have an open adoption, and have reconnected with birth grandparents, an older birth sibling and a birth aunt. Whereas, hubby and I personally have spoken to the children’s birth mother, it has been two years since the children have.

This past Friday, while talking to their first mom, I broached the subject with her of possibly talking to the kids again. She said that though hard for her, she really did want to, so we decided to do it right then and I called the kids in. I told them it was “Mama ____ (her first name)”, and since we have talked about her, it wasn’t such a shock.

The last time my daughter talked to her first mother, she had just turned four. My son was two and a half at the time. They are now six and four and a half, respectively.

The conversation went very well. My son talked for about a minute or so and then zoomed off. My daughter talked slightly longer. They didn’t ask any questions of her, merely reported things they were doing and learning. At the close of the conversation with my daughter (because my son ran off so fast!) their first mother told my daughter she loved her and my daughter responded in kind. It was a good start and I was happy they had the opportunity.

My kids did not cry afterward, nor did they seem to dwell sadly on things for days after. The only indication that my (always analytical and pensive!) daughter was still mulling it over was to say to me yesterday that she didn’t grow in my tummy, she grew in someone else’s tummy.

If you remember from my road trips, the cell phone reception is really spotty in the area my children are from. Thus, my call to their first mother kept getting dropped. She doesn’t have an e-mail address currently, but my hope is still that there will be more opportunities to reconnect and share.