Birth Mom Missions

09/02/2026

This is important to read.

Y’all know how I believed mine would be an “open” adoption—an adoption that ultimately became closed.

What I didn’t know then was how far from alone I was. So many of us entered adoption with very little understanding of what could happen afterward, what rights we did or didn’t have, or just how deeply this experience could affect us for years to come.

It’s one of the reasons I started Birth Mom Missions 18 years ago, and why this still matters so much to me today.
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08/01/2026

Thinking of you all.

07/12/2026

So, I was watching my husband with our toddler when, completely out of nowhere, I said, “I feel like Elizabeth is having a really big day today.”

He smiled but didn’t quite know what to say. 😊 (Honestly, that’s usually his reaction when I have one of my birth mom moments.)

It’s hard to explain, but every once in a while I’ll get a strong feeling that she’s experiencing something important—that her emotions are running high, whether it’s excitement, overwhelm, joy, or something else. I don’t know why, and I don’t know if it’s true. It’s just a feeling that seems to come out of nowhere.

Today, I had this vivid picture in my mind of her back-to-school shopping for her senior year—trying on clothes, picking out school supplies, and feeling excited, nervous, or maybe even a little overwhelmed. It wasn’t something I was thinking about beforehand. The image and story just appeared in my mind out of nowhere.

When Elizabeth was growing up, I often talked myself out of these moments. I assumed it was just my imagination. I even let myself believe it was silly because that’s what I’d always heard.

But now that I have a toddler, something has changed. Spending every day with her has shown me how deeply connected a parent can become to their child. Sometimes I know she’s about to melt down before she does. Sometimes I can tell something is wrong before she has the words to explain it.

That doesn’t mean I can know what’s happening with Elizabeth from miles away. I can’t. But it has made me wonder if the bond between a parent and child is deeper than we sometimes give it credit for.

Looking back, there have been moments that still make me pause. I remember having a dream that Elizabeth was swimming with dolphins. About a year later, I received pictures from her family showing they had gone to SeaWorld and that she had, in fact, been swimming with dolphins. Things like that happened more than once throughout the years.

Could those moments have been coincidence? Absolutely. I don’t claim to know. But they have made me wonder.

I’ve never seen Elizabeth in person since she was a baby. I’ve only received 7 or 8 photos each year as she’s grown up. Yet I still feel connected to her in ways that are hard to put into words.

Maybe it’s intuition. Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s the unique bond between a mother and her child. Whatever it is, those moments always remind me to stop and pray for her.

I’d love to hear from other birth moms—or any moms, really. Have you ever had a strong feeling about your child that you couldn’t explain? Whether it turned out to match what was happening or not, I’d love to hear your experience.

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!

04/04/2026

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 🤍

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.