Alayna woke up this morning. She was awake for about an hour when she realized that Sunday is Mother’s Day. Our adopted mom is cool and we adore her and this will be our first Mother’s Day with her…. but our bio mom doesn’t inspire great thoughts or warm fuzzies. It was only a few minutes after thinking about it when Layna became overwhelmed and the posts and memories started coming. After hours of her reliving memories she made the choice to call our bio dad and talked to him about everything. He listened, as he always does, with patience and compassion. He had no part of the abuse, and no way of stopping it. He offered to help with remembering and dates. From there the rest of our day has been intense memory work, placing together times and years and people.
Emotions are all over the place. Memories are in pieces. Pens and papers are everywhere. This headache is unreal.