I have come, over time, to embrace the one real meaning of my name. I am broken. I am disabled. I am different and injured. And while the obvious and usually most predominant reason for thus is because I am a mother who lost her first child to adoption, loss and being broken has been a constant theme in my whole life.
Carol Anderson’s 1982 adoption reunion classic: “Why did your birth mother refuse to meet you? Your natural mother lost a great deal when she surrendered you to adoption.” Fabulous insight for any adoptee about to contact or having been refused contact by their birthmother. It won’t make the pain go away, but hopefully can shed a bit of understanding.
Adoption made me welcome in constant sorrow. Once welcomed, there is no turning it away like some unwanted guest who stays too long. I had wanted to live my life, but instead I gave it away and the loss of my son cut though my life like a bright red marker carving a path for me to follow.
More Voices and Stories from Birthmothers However outdated, and even, I know, with some of these voices, these beacons of truth, completed or on hold or just sitting silent for a spell; this list of blogs from mothers, whatever you wish to call us: Birthmothers, firstmothers, biomoms, or CWBMs …is worth a good read. Understand the Truth about Adoption Relinquishment? We’ll tell you our truth as we lived as we continue to…