Dear Mom

Over the winter break, we started working on our "Dear Birthmother Letter". It is essentially an advertisement to try and get a pregnant woman to pick us to be the parents of her child. In doing my research of other birthmother letters, I noticed one thing they all had in common. One oppressive, overpowering message everyone was trying to convey: Perfection. Everyone's family is basically the same with their lovely homes, and idyllic neighborhoods filled with the sounds of children laughing and candy cane trees on a hill overlooking a smog-free city that's not-too-big and not-too-small with dozens of family members who live just down the street that are excited to babysit at the drop of a hat and so much disposable income that they can't decide which color jet to buy this year.
On one hand, I suppose it makes it easier for the mother to choose since every choice is exactly the same. On the other hand, I wonder if standing out from the pack makes a difference in a pregnant woman's eyes. I understand accentuating the positive, but I wonder if the mom can smell a rat from a mile away.













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My intention is to make our letter sound semi utopian, but include enough of our quirks that make us seem like real people. we'll see if that flies. If not, we can just copy and paste someone else's letter and change the names.