Giving him up was the hardest thing I ever did. Finding him was even harder. 😭

Recently, I finally gathered the courage to search for my son and froze when I learned a shocking truth.

The adoption agency told me that he had tried to find me too… years ago.

My hands started shaking as I read the email. They explained that when he turned 18, he requested information about his biological mother. But at the time, I had moved to another state and changed my contact information. The agency had no way to reach me.

For years, he thought I didn’t want to be found.

That thought broke my heart.

I asked the agency if they knew where he was now. They told me he had left a letter in case I ever came looking for him. My chest tightened as I opened the scanned copy they sent me.

The letter started simply:

“To my birth mom, if you ever read this…”

He wrote that he didn’t hate me. Growing up, his adoptive parents had always told him the truth—that a young girl had loved him enough to give him a chance at a better life.

He said he spent many years wondering what I looked like, what my voice sounded like, and whether I ever thought about him.

Tears rolled down my face as I read every word.

At the end of the letter, he wrote something that made me cry even harder.

“If you’re searching for me now, I hope it means you’re okay. I just want you to know… I turned out alright.”

The agency later told me he had become a teacher and had a family of his own.

For the first time in 28 years, the guilt I carried in my heart felt a little lighter. I had always feared he would hate me for giving him away.

But instead, he understood.

And now, after all these years, there was finally a chance that one day… we might meet.