One of the unexpected trials of living in the UK has been that it presents me with an extra mothers' day to endure: they have one in March, in addition to the US Mothers' Day in May. So each year I've felt the pangs of being a birthmother more strongly both those days, in addition to on my son's birthday. This past Sunday was different. I found my son last summer. He seems happy, healthy, successful as a translator in Japan, not long married to a beautiful and intelligent you