My youngest child didn’t grow inside my body. I didn’t feel her kick, I didn’t feel the pain caused by child birth, I didn’t even see her umbilical cord be cut. I did wait, I did worry, I did feel hopeless at times.
Right now the questions are few and far between. The latest one being, “did my birth mother name me before you did?” Although this could easily be a “No” answer, as a parent of an adopted child, or at least being me, I took time to think before answering.
She has a friend that is adopted but her situation was different than our daughters. So, I know this question stemmed from a conversation between them, even without her telling me. I made sure to say no, but I added how we were there when she was born and met her within 15 minutes of her birth. I also included that although she wasn’t named by her birth mother and her friend was, that neither one was any more special. I just felt I needed to give her a sense of security. After that she was fine and went on her way.
I know it probably won’t always be that easy. What I do know is that she is part of our family just as much as our older two daughters are. She will grow up and eventually think her Mom’s dancing and singing are embarrassing and that I can’t kiss her on the cheek in public or hang out with her when her friends are around. So I will cherish the fact that just this week she told me I was her BFF, BFF, BFF… apparently that’s super BFF’s and gave me a hug.
Whatever the reasons are that our birthmother chose closed adoption does not matter to us. What is more important is that she chose life, and to help another family grow. I feel that sometimes birth parents are judged unfairly, but if you look at the fact that they are willing to give better to the child they grew, all that should fade in my opinion. I’m not saying I don’t worry about medical history or behavior things, but when I do, I have to trust God knew what he was doing when he had this situation placed before us.
We are extremely grateful that this birth mother chose life, that God chose us to parent our daughter, and that life is happening as it is. No words can ever explain the gratitude that Milton and I have for the person who is part of PV.
Birth parents make a difficult choice in their lives, but being able to do that just shows how much love they hold for the creation before them.
You will have the opportunity to read an actual birth mother’s story and the open adoption she has with her daughter. We are honored that this young lady chose to allow us to share her story. Be sure to check back to on Monday for that post.
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