Visit The Adoption Truth Store on Cafe Press Most of these, I created because I WANTED them and there was nothing else like it out there. There are a bunch more things there, as I just updated the store and had a tiny bit too much fun. Well, actually I moved it to a new one since they wouldn’t let me update the old one decently and THEN, I made a bunch…
It’s really funny, but when I meet someone for the first time..and if I don’t really like them at all, like if I think to my self “Oh, I just don’t like her’..it usually turns out that that person becomes one of the people I love most in this world. Maybe I see something so close to who I am , that I relate too much, but it is odd,…
One of the things that has always bothered me greatly is that I have NO paperwork from when I relinquished Max. I kept tons of stuff. I kept everything really. I have my original brochure from the agency, I have my plane ticket, I have the bottle that Max drank from, I have pictures, I have all the letters Laura and Darrin sent me. I have clothes that Max spit…
We have a bug in the house again. Scareltt had it, now it is Tristan’s turn. I am still in my PJ bottoms and a Tshirt, by his side for the every 15 minute puke runs to the toilet. Ah, you know the drill. So just quicky… If you haven’t already go check out N’s newest post. It’s a close to a perfect 10 in so many ways. Then not…
To me there is a line. It doesn’t matter to me where you are when you are above (or below even) the line. You can be the most militant abolish adoption and hate it in all forms. You can be someone just struggling though. You can think that it worked out good for you personally. You can want reform, call yourself a first mom, an birthmom if you want. You can be in CUB, be in OriginsUSA, joined the social workers guild based on your experience, speak at conferences. I can’t judge that, that is YOUR truth. WE all fit somewhere..and does it matter exactly where you are on your journey?
Then you don’t make anonymous comments like this.. Why hide things? My two older children know about my son and that he was adopted by friends of mine. They know the whys, the hows, and everything else there is to know. My birthson now knows that he is adopted and most of why things turned out the way they did. When someone asks me about my kids I tell them….
Funny how sometimes I don’t see how much all this thinking about stuff has really changed me..and then I do see it..and it is rather amazing. Why Are People So Afraid of Anger? I work with a young woman who has had a pretty rough road in life. I find her amazing and the word strong is definitely applicable. Her parents and her childhood are way less than perfect. That’s her…
Sometimes, it comes with the birth of a second child that makes us realize what motherhood means, what was truly lost, what is gone forever.
Sometimes, it just comes with maturity. We become less self absorbed and see what we decided does not just effect us, does not just “build a family” that makes us feel good, but that the loss continues to grow and effect others in our lives in ways we could not see.
I tell the pregnant and considering adoption to look beyond the immediate. Not just at NOW, but at later.
About 14 years after the loss of my son, I was still a “Happy Birthmother”. I was still under the belief that adoption was a great option, my son was having a great life (though it was traditionally closed..so what did I really know), and it was all my supreme choice that cause the typical “no regrets”.