This post is a guest post by a wonderful author and birth mother – Caroline K. Dixon. A woman of heart and conviction, she has used her faith, heart, and love to understand the complex, emotive world of adoption.
Meet birthmom Caroline Dixon
“The loss of the daughter to the mother, the mother to the daughter, is the essential female tragedy.” – Adrienne Rich.
I have spent the better part of this afternoon perusing a fellow birth mother’s blog. My first baby girl, Rebecca, suggested I might do that, so I could learn more about blogging. It has not been easy to feel her pain. I have experienced so much of what she shares. I have borrowed the quote above from Suz at WritingMyWrongs.com
My heart aches as she shares hers. We share a grief no mother should know. I am most blessed, however, that I have been reunited with the infant daughter I released just a few days after her birth. It has not always been easy. Ours was a closed adoption, in 1978. I never expected she would want to know me. She had loving, generous parents that always prepared her to know me. Sadly, when my own mother learned that I was to be reunited with my baby girl, she could not imagine why I would want that. I can’t begin to express the joy I felt at knowing that my baby girl wanted to know about me. I had built a stone wall, believing such an event could never take place. For 18 years, I could only pray she was loved, healthy and thriving. I would have given anything to see her, to hold her, to know her. How could my mother not understand that? I was certain that she would be happy that God had blessed me so. Powerful emotions rest just below the surface today.
Finding comfort from love and faith.
In the midst of all of the triumph, there have been tears. I have finally realized that I was not my most authentic self until now. I have spent 35 years trying to be what my mother wanted me to be. Finally, I am learning to be who God intended me to be. I am free to love and be loved. The love I know is unconditional. I am blessed beyond measure by family and friends, truly joyful for my accomplishment in sharing my story. I am filled with gratitude for those who have reached out and said my story has touched them in some way. I am looking forward to the next baby steps of this journey. I am eager to learn more about my new friend, Jeanette, and about her story, which begins with FLYING SOLO and answers all the questions in WAITING IN THE WINGS. Providence continues. The people in and out of our lives have purpose. Perhaps you need them, or perhaps they need you. My prayers are ongoing for those who have any painful memories from me telling my story. It is my perspective from a time long ago, but brings peace to the soul of this first mom. – Caroline K. Dixon
This wonderful and book was published and Caroline’s story made possible by Progressive Rising Phoenix press. I had the pleasure of meeting Caroline at 3rd annual Lexicon Writer’s Conference. Sometimes God’s providence does indeed put two people together. We were immediately drawn to another. Spine tingling goosebumps! Take a moment to visit Caroline’s inspiring story and words. Her hopes, as are mine that anyone experiencing adoption – be it birth mothers, children adopted, or adoptive parents find strength and hope in reading our stories.
jeanettevaughan 
I’m an adoptive mom of two children who have preceded me in death — the first in a accident doing what he loved when he was 14 in 1991, and the second, whom I had rarely ever seen happy, died by her own hand in 2009 at the age of 34. The two were natural brother and sister. Only the daughter was old enough to remember her mother when they joined our family in 1983. We met her after Jason’s memorial service. She never express any interest in her children when Jason was still alive. Only their dad wrote to them. He was incarcerated. One of the things that hurt our Sarah most was hearing that after she was with us, her mother remarried and had another baby.
Reblogged this on Meet Birthmom, Caroline K. Dixon, Author of Providence For A First Mom and commented:
Such an honor to be recognized by new friend and author of FLYING SOLO, Jeanette Vaughan. Her story more salacious, mine more spiritual, but together share an important thread.