Our birth mother, whether known or unknown, is a one-of-a-kind.  We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.  We were born through her and she is the only one who shares our biological history.  There is no one else like her in our life.  But, often that is all we know, and for many, that is all we’ll ever know.  Only she knows why she made the decision to relinquish us, she knows the story of her life and her identity, culturally and personally.  But, she is a stranger to us.  She gave birth to us, but did not become our mother.

And, yet, she doesn’t know us either.  She doesn’t know who we’ve become, how we came to be adopted, and with whom.  She doesn’t know the the basic facts of our life.  We are a stranger to her, too.

And, yet, we’ve been through something together that is so significant, so special, and so intimate, that we’re not really just strangers.  We’re intimate strangers.