I met my mom 6yrs ago, after reaching out thru FB.
My folks divorced when I was 4yrs old, a year after these pics were taken. The pic on the left is mine. My mom emailed the other.
There's something deeply profound about seeing these pics, taken the same day but separated by time & space. It was confirmation of a connection. Looking at them side-by-side makes my heart swell.
I was a fashionable 3yr old. Navy blue Nehru jacket, shorts, gold chain. It was the 60s, man. I was very groovy! 😄
I met my mother at 18. My father got custody of me as she abandoned us when I was a baby. It’s a bizarre process of forgiveness, grief, anger, hope.
May your new relationship give you everything you need.