Birth Mom Missions

05/10/2026

Well it’s that day. See you birth moms on the other side of it. Be strong.

05/09/2026

Today is Birth Mother’s Day. At Birth Mom Missions I usually do something special for all the birth moms on this day. But this year was harder for me. It’s the 18th year, and I honestly didn’t think I would still be waiting to meet my daughter. Trying not to think about it. Tomorrow will be better.

I’m so blessed and happy this year but I’m also missing something inside/ someone. I hope she knows I’m here whenever and if ever she wants to talk. No pressure. Just love. Always.

Your birth mom loves you.

BraveLove

Today is what we call Birth Mother’s Day - a day to recognize birth mothers, their love, and the profound decision that forever shaped their lives.

Because love does not disappear simply because it was carried differently.

Some mothers raise their children in their arms, while others raise them in their hearts from afar.

There are mothers who tuck their children into bed at night.
And there are mothers who tuck their children into their prayers.

Both know love.
Both know sacrifice.
Both know what it means to forever carry a child within them.

Birth Mother’s Day is not solely about recognizing the huge and honorable decision these women made: life. It is also about recognizing the depth it took to live with that decision afterward.

Today is for the women who know that motherhood can exist even when it is unseen.

So this Birth Mother’s Day, we honor the quiet strength of women whose love changed lives - even when it broke their hearts.

05/09/2026

I often disengage around Mother's Day. Do others experience similar feelings? This year, I'm not fully disconnecting, but it remains a difficult subject for discussion. Wishing you all a speedy weekend!

04/05/2026

I’ve preserved this—and so much more—for nearly two decades.

This is something people don’t always talk about…
Birth mothers don’t just carry memories—we carry moments, milestones, and pieces of our children’s stories that we’ve held onto with love all these years.

As reunions begin to happen, these pieces become bridges.
Bridges back to identity, to connection, to love that never left.

Elizabeth—if you ever see this, I’m here. Always. No pressure, no expectations—just love. 💛
And http://thestoryofagirl.com is for you too.

At Birth Mom Missions, this is why we do what we do—
to honor birth mothers, to support their journeys, and to remind the world that our love doesn’t end… it grows.

Love,
A birth mom 🤍

04/04/2026

Hey guys 💛 this is such a beautiful way to support birth moms. Let’s help them out by spreading the word.
See if there’s an event near you—and consider asking someone to sponsor your seat!

With Mother’s Day coming up, this couldn’t come at a more perfect time.
Thank you, BraveLove 🤍

04/04/2026

With Mother’s Day around the corner, the timing couldn’t be more meaningful.

I can’t wait to talk about this more with everyone… but I’ll give it a little time so people can finish the season before diving into the last episode.

Just know—it’s going to be such a meaningful conversation with my fellow birth moms. 💛

03/29/2026

If you haven’t watched the new season of Virgin River yet… you should. 💛

There’s a storyline about a birth mother that is one of the most honest, emotional portrayals I’ve seen in a long time.

Not rushed.
Not simplified.
Just real.

Someone said:

“This made me realize, for the first time, the emotional struggle of birth parents.”

That’s why this matters.

If you’ve ever wanted to understand the heart of a birth mother…
go watch it.

And then come back and tell me what you think. 💛

03/14/2026

For eighteen years I carried this idea in my head: if I could just make it to 18, everything would somehow be okay. I believed that was the day we would finally meet.

I even had this silly little vision in my mind all those years — that we would see each other from far away, maybe over a hill somewhere, and we would both start running toward each other and meet in the middle and hug like no time had passed.

I held onto that picture for so long.

But today is the hardest day I’ve had in a long time.

Because this is not how I imagined it at all.

The day came and went, and the world kept moving. Nothing magical happened. No running over hills. No moment where eighteen years of waiting suddenly made sense.

I don’t think I realized how much of my heart had been quietly waiting for that moment until it passed.

But there is something I do know today.

I honestly don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have Dani right now.

She is such a miracle God gave me. On a day like today, when my heart feels heavy in ways that are hard to explain, I can hold her, hear her laugh, and remember that God has still given me so much love in my life.

This is not how I imagined my reunion story.

But my love for Elizabeth is still here. It never stopped. Not for one day in eighteen years. I hope she contacts me someday!

And maybe the story isn’t finished yet. http://thestoryofagirl.com

This website was created with love for Elizabeth, in case she ever wanted to know her story. Hi Elizabeth, If you found this website, it may mean that you’re curious about where you came from or who your birth mother is. I created this site so that if that day ever came, you would have […]

02/25/2026

For seventeen years, I have carried a quiet part of my story that shaped everything I built here.

When I was young, I survived a traumatic assault and became pregnant with my first daughter. Placing her for adoption was the hardest thing I have ever done. It was not a decision made out of lack of love — it was made because of love. I wanted her to have stability, security, and opportunities I could not provide at the time.

I named her Ann when I held her. Her adoptive family renamed her Elizabeth. I honor that — and I have loved her every single day of her life.

What I didn’t understand back then was how complicated “open adoption” can become. I was told I would remain connected. I was told I would receive updates. Instead, after a brief period of communication, the contact stopped. For seventeen years, I have written letters through the agency, celebrated her birthday quietly each March, and waited.

Not knowing if your child knows you love them is a unique kind of ache.

That ache is one of the reasons Birth Mom Missions exists.

This ministry was born out of the belief that birth mothers deserve support, advocacy, legal clarity, and community. Too often, young women sign papers without fully understanding their rights. Too often, “open” adoption depends entirely on the goodwill of others. Too often, birth mothers are expected to disappear quietly after placement.

We do not disappear.

We grieve.
We grow.
We carry our children in our hearts.
We build lives while still loving the ones we placed.

Years after placement, God blessed me with another daughter, Dani. Becoming her mother helped bring healing to parts of me that had been silent for years. She did not replace the love I have for my first daughter — nothing ever could — but she reminded me that joy and grief can coexist.

Now, my first daughter turns 18 on March 13.

For years, that milestone felt so far away. Now it is here.

I am sharing this not for sympathy, but for prayer — and for every birth mother who has counted down to an 18th birthday wondering if that will be the year they reconnect.

If my daughter ever reads this, I want her to know what I have always said:

She was never abandoned.
She was never forgotten.
She has always been loved.

And to every birth mom reading this — your story matters. Your love matters. And you are not alone.

Two daughters.
One I hold in my arms.
One I hold in my heart.
Both loved forever.

The rest of the story will posted in the flowing days to come.

05/28/2025

From one of my favorite books….