Opening Our Hearts through Adoption
In case you’ve missed the oh so subtle hinting on here as well as on the ever so addicting Facebook…let me fill you in:
AHEM Attention Attention It’s MY BIRTHDAY WEEK!!!!!
OH WAIT it’s also Kenna’s Birthday week! But that’s a post for maybe tomorrow…on our real birthday.
Oh and T minus one day until we get to go feed tigers….real striped,growling,man eating,tigers.
sounds like the perfect birthday right?
I thought you’d agree.
But this post is not so much about how we’re going to celebrate our Birthday as much as it is a reflection post. No not of the amazing person it has taken me almost 35 years to become,but of my beginnings.
This is my earliest birth picture:
This is on the first day my mom and dad got to finally hold me and dare to believe that their dreams of becoming a parent were coming true…finally.
I was 4 weeks old in this picture and from what I’ve been told about that day they had 12 hours(or maybe it was 8) to decide if they wanted to adopt me or not. They drove down to the adoption agency and picked me up and took me back to a hotel where they promptly counted all my fingers and toes. Amazingly 35 years later I still have all 20 of them.
My parents waited 10 years for me. 10 years to become parents.
Obviously they made the right choice because this is me a week later at our house.
I do not know my birth mother or my birth family. Adoptions were much more closed int he late 70’s. I do know however I was the 7th child my birthmom had, and that my birthmom must’ve had one of the biggest hearts ever.
I have held one of my own babies shortly after giving birth knowing I would not get to see them grow into the person they were meant to be. I know the pain and the heartache. My birthmom willingly made this choice because she knew she couldn’t provide me with everything needed. She willingly made the decision to give me to a family that could provide me with the essentials a baby needs,as well as all the love.
I cannot even imagine.
And I cannot even imagine waiting 10 years waiting to fulfill my dreams of becoming a parent.
We all know if there’s only one thing I got from my birthmom it was her gift of fertility.
To wait 10 years…would kill me.
For my parents to be willing to open up their homes to a baby that was not biologically theirs. That takes a pretty huge heart as well.
To walk through the fear that for the first 12 months my birthmom could change her mind at anytime and ask for me back must have been heart wrenching.
Thank you for not changing your mind because as hard as your decision had to have been, you made the right one.
35 years ago you not only made the right choice for yourself but you made the right choice for your birth daughter as well as a couple that had waited far to long to become the parents they knew they were meant to be.
Thank you to both sets of parents for being so unselfish.
To my birthmom who so unselfishly gave me up
and to my parents who so unselfishly and lovingly took in a baby who may not have been biologically theirs,but never felt the difference a day in her life.
Thank You and Happy Birthday to all of you as well.