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I put together gift baskets that were full of pampering items, just for a birth mom, and delivered them to local hospitals and adoption agencies nationwide. Each basket contained a letter from a fellow birth mother, letting them know they were not alone in their journey. I traveled all over the states telling my adoption story and delivering birth mother baskets. After 14 years, and thousand-plus baskets later, I turned the non-profit over to new hands. I put a lot of effort into trying to fill this hole in my heart, where my little butterfly once was. The hole was always there, tainting every positive thing in my life. I could be joyful, but with a tinge of emptiness. Grief followed me everywhere I went. Every year on her birthday, every Mother’s Day, every holiday, every moment that passed I felt her absence.
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I have been fortunate to have three children, since placing my baby girl for adoption. Who I am today, has everything to do with being a birth mother I love deeper, I appreciate more, and I never take a moment for granted. Living the New York Yankees 1957 Continue Being Awesome Everyday Yankees Baseball Shirt of my life with grief on my back has not been easy. Teaching my children about their sister, who does not live with us, has not been easy. Learning to live without my little butterfly, has not been easy; and yet this is the only life I know. I started to find more peace in my life once I accepted the hole in my heart, where my little butterfly belongs and stopped trying to fill it with something or someone else.