Valentine’s Day has long been an important holiday in my life. Though the importance has nothing to do with chocolates or cards — It’s all about love for me.
Twenty-one years ago when I was 15 years old I met my birth mom, Karla, for the very first time. While classmates were eagerly planning Valentine’s Day parties I was so nervous and excited I had to leave school early. After years of waiting that was the day I would begin learning about where I came from.
So on Valentine’s Day, while others opened cards I opened my front door and saw for the first time the woman that looked like me. I heard her laugh and recognized the similarity. I saw her nose crinkle the same way mine does when we smile. Most of all, my heart grew.
Karla made the difficult decision 15 years before to allow my parents, Dee and Keith, to raise me and love me. It’s a decision I will be forever grateful for. Then on Valentine’s Day she made the difficult decision to open her heart and life to me.
Meeting a birth parent or birth child isn’t an easy situation to navigate. Everyone involved in our reunion had countless emotions to navigate, hurts to heal and love to grow. Reunions are not for the faint of heart. Regardless, I believe we both knew it was worth the effort.
I’ve now been reunited with my Karla for longer than we were separated. We have both grown and grown up! She mothers me in her own way and loves me unconditionally. I now text message her for mom advice and reading suggestions. I can’t imagine my life without her.
Romantic love comes and goes but the love of a mom never ends. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate Valentine’s Day than with her.
P.S. These are my favorite pics of Karla. I swear this is why we call her Grandma Hottie. She just kicks ass!