Happy Mother's Day and a vent about my birth mother.

On this mother's day I think about my adoptive momma and how thankful that she adopted my twin brother and I. I never really appreciated the sacrifice and all she has done for me until I became a mom myself. I don't think I will ever be able to thank her enough for everything, all I can hope is that I make her proud. After all I am the women I am today because of her and although I have had my share of issues over the year- she was always there for me, whether I needed my mom or my best friend. As much as I owe her, I feel guity because every Mother's Day my mind thinks about another women- my birth mother. I have such conflicted emotions whenever I think about her. I am thankful she gave me life, however I am mad and angry that when she had the chance to be in her little girls life, she wasn't. Did she ever think about me on Mother's Day or birthdays, or Christmas? Did I ever cross her mind, was she ever curious how I was doing. Maybe she was still learning how to be a mom, maybe she wanted to forget the life when she was younger, maybe it hurt her to see the little girl that got taken from her when she was 16. Whenever I think about her, I think of a song by Kellie Pickler-I Wonder. I have sang and listened to this song so many times and "And would you even recognize The woman that your little girl has grown up to be"