BraveLove is excited to announce an extra special Birth Mother’s Day dinner with our friends at Neighbor’s Table - a love mission of ordinary people loving extraordinarily around the table. We believe birth moms are extraordinary people, which is why Neighbor’s Table is the perfect place to gather with the women we champion. Watch the video below to see what it’s like being around the table. Then scroll down for a few more details about the dinner.
On Thursday, March 19, we hosted a dinner for birth moms at Eno’s Pizza Tavern in Dallas, Texas. Women drove from Dallas, Ft. Worth and even as far as Houston! Around the table, there were mostly new faces and a few familiar ones.
We do these from time to time as a simple way to honor birth moms and allow them to connect with one another. Why? So birth moms know that they’re not alone. These dinners allow some face time with the women we champion. But most of all, the purpose of the dinners is social - eat good food and connect birth moms to one another.
We are excited to announce this year’s BraveLove Birth Mother Dinners! We love these dinners because it’s a way to gather a group of women with one strong commonality – placing a child for adoption. Our hope for these dinners is to create an environment for the birth mother community to meet, connect and encourage one another.
We want to celebrate the courageous act of placing for adoption through the simplicity of sharing a meal together.
Recently the National Council for Adoption hosted a webinar called "What We Want Adoption Professionals to Know" and invited two birth mothers, Jan and Heather, to participate on the panel. We had to listen in to what our friends were saying! The women shared their personal adoption stories and then specifically discussed the role of a birth mother and the reality of a birth mother’s grief.
Over the last 19 years, my adoption journey has taken me on some seriously intense emotional ups and downs. If given the opportunity to go back and do it all again, I can think of a lot that I might change, but I realize that each and every experience taught me something unique. Without those experiences, I may not be where I am at today. Our life journeys allow us to grow as individuals; and when adoption becomes part of our journey we gain a perspective into life that few others will ever truly understand.
Meet Ashley, our dear friend and founder of Blessings in a Basket. Ashley describes life as a birth mom.
Recently I had the great opportunity to participate in a community adoption event. As I took a step back to watch and listen to all the amazing people around me, brought together to celebrate and to bring awareness, I found myself getting emotional. I was so overwhelmed by this giant family that I was now a part of all because of a decision that I made many years ago.
Looking back over the past 8 years it always comes at such a shock to me - this is my life.
(If you haven’t read Part 1 of Ashley’s post, better read that first.) Whether you are a birth mom, a single parent, an adoptive mom, a woman….it doesn’t matter…in my book you are a BIG TOUGH GIRL if...
This year we’ve become friends with the founder of Blessings in a Basket Ashley Mitchell. Ashley spends her days loving on her children, leaning on her husband and reaching out to women who, like herself, found themselves at a crossroad and chose adoption. She is the founder of a non-profit birth mom community called Blessings in a Basket. She is a die-hard college football fan, covets anything from Tiffany and thinks that snow is the most magical and sparkly thing in the world! Without further adieu, here’s Ashley:
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you do not remember,
The other you call mother.
Two different lives
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star,
The other became your sun.
It was a winter afternoon during Christmas break that I discovered I was pregnant. Mom and I had been Christmas shopping together but immediately when we split to do our own thing, I dashed to buy a pregnancy test.
Although I was fairly confident that I was pregnant, the positive pregnancy test staring at me in the JC Penney bathroom that afternoon took me by surprise. I was 22 years old and a sophomore in college when I got pregnant with my son. He was born August 29th, 1991 at 5:10 p.m., and I placed my son into the arms of a loving family two days later.
I dated Danny, my son’s father for a year but our relationship had come to an end shortly before I discovered that I was pregnant. He was already dating another girl and chose to stay with her. I dropped out of school, moved to California and found support among friends there. And although I had their support, those remaining months were excruciatingly lonely and very painful for me. I longed to hear from my son’s father. I yearned to have him experience this pregnancy with me. And although my mom had come to stay with me during my last month of pregnancy and be there for the delivery, my heart ached for Danny.