I fell in love on Saturday, with my son. He is eighteen and I met him last week. The mystery of maternal love I never knew I possessed is hard on all of my senses.
I have a new perspective on everything. That is a phrase you hear parents say but now I understand. He has quickly become my reason to live and to accelerate my life so he will be proud of me. I am proud of him even though I had nothing to do with his upbringing. His adoptive parents have done for me what I could not do for myself.
Looking at him, I see my own eyes, my own gnarly hairline, my own lip shape, but thankfully not my bulbous nose. Tall, dark, and handsome, he delights in embracing life with whimsy. Just like me. Okay maybe just the tall, dark, and whimsical part.
His parents have taught him to respect others and act politely as much as an eighteen year old possible can. I love him. Separated again by 2600 miles, I ache for him constantly.
Skeptical of invasive social media at large, I have been converted completely since he ‘friended’ me a few months ago. He waited until the time was right for him, his parents, and me. Over the years, his mother and I have been in touch given the open arrangement. I never met the special parents that took my newborn as their own until hours after I met him at a coffee shop near his home.
They opened their home and hearts wholeheartedly during my visit back east. It became apparent that this couple wanted to be parents more than anything. I watched home movies, enjoyed live family concerts, toured the home where my boy grew up, and met his adventurous brother and his lovely girlfriend.
A few things I noticed about him during our days together that pleased me greatly were that he wears collared shirts, gives his girlfriend his coat in the cold and picks up random garbage to dispose of properly. And he loves cheese.
When I praised his personality, he remarked that he hoped that my biology had something to do with it. I have leaned more toward nurture as opposed to nature in these questions but hope that as I get to know him more, I will see myself in him other than the obvious fact that looking at him is like looking in the mirror.
What a strange and wonderful gift.