The Moment I Met My Mother

Her flight was scheduled late in the afternoon, which allowed plenty of anxiety ridden hours for me to try to handle. I spent the day looking for the perfect thing to wear, making certain my hair was just right, and taking all the deep breaths I possibly could. I remember the drive to the airport. I remember pacing up and down by the baggage claim, continuously checking on the arrival of her flight. I remember sitting between my mom and my aunt, staring at the hallway she would walk down, studying the face of each person and looking for the familiar features that mirrored my own. 

Then, I saw her. 

Tears streamed down her face as her eyes locked with mine, and the corners of my mouth turned into a smile as I recognized the stranger with the familiar face. Next thing I knew, her arms were wrapped around me.

For the second time in my life, I was being held tight by a woman who had held me only once before... And that was on the day I was born. 

On this October day, 3 years ago, I met my Mother. Reunited exactly 19 years and 6 months later.  ‪#‎shoutyouradoption‬