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[font=Times New Roman]I posted this in another forum...and I wanted to place it here as well....[/font][font=Times New Roman][/font] [font=Times New Roman]I don't know if this post actually goes here, but I wanted to share a story concerning *my* adoption. Unlike a few unfortunate adoptees who didn't find out until later, I have *always* known about my adoption. At the age of 3, I understood that I had grown inside my birthmother's *tummy* and was adopted by my "Mom and Dad."The story I want to share took place when I was just three-year-old. (My mother told me about it while her and Dad were getting divorced.) On that particular day, Mom was in the living room cleaning, when I came up walking up the hallway. I walked up and told her I needed to talk to her about something. We sat down on the couch, and as I remember it, she wasn't really paying attention to me. She was looking towards the kitchen (probably think of chores and stuff.)[/font][font=Times New Roman]So, I place my 3-year-old hands on either side of her face and turn it so that she is looking me in the eyes. Then (according to her) I said, "Mommy, when I was still my in birthmother's tummy, God was with me and he spoke to me. He said that he heard you crying, and that you needed me. He made sure my birthmother would chose you. That's why she couldn't keep me." [/font][font=Times New Roman]So, yeah....now that I'm bawling like a little kid, I'm going to leave this message for you. At three-years-old, I didn't even know what "J-E-S-U-S" spelt (or who he was for that matter, and I thought people who died turned into angels who watched over us.... My parents were, in general, very very "secular." I was 7 or 8 years old before a friend invited me to Sunday School for the first time.[/font][font=Times New Roman]So, you can judge for yourselves where you want to believe the words that came out of my mouth came from. [/font][font=Times New Roman]I know where I think it came from, but either way. . . the message I got out of it was this: [/font][font=Times New Roman]If you are an adopted parent, you didn't chose us; God chose us for you. If you are one of the ones who can't have children (like my Mom), God here's your pain and has a child out there just for you. And if you are a birthparent, do not feel guilty because you *gave us away.* You did your job as a parent by chosing *not* to abort the life God placed inside of you. And try not to worry because you don't know where we are. God knows even if you don't. . .[/font][font=Times New Roman]God Bless All![/font][font=Times New Roman]~Noelle~ [/font][font=Times New Roman][/font] [font=Times New Roman][/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]I posted this in another forum...and I wanted to place it here as well....[/font][font=Times New Roman]I don't know if this post actually goes here, but I wanted to share a story concerning *my* adoption. Unlike a few unfortunate adoptees who didn't find out until later, I have *always* known about my adoption. At the age of 3, I understood that I had grown inside my birthmother's *tummy* and was adopted by my "Mom and Dad." The story I want to share took place when I was just three-year-old. (My mother told me about it while her and Dad were getting divorced.) On that particular day, Mom was in the living room cleaning, when I came up walking up the hallway. I walked up and told her I needed to talk to her about something. We sat down on the couch, and as I remember it, she wasn't really paying attention to me. She was looking towards the kitchen (probably think of chores and stuff.)[/font] [font=Times New Roman]So, I place my 3-year-old hands on either side of her face and turn it so that she is looking me in the eyes. Then (according to her) I said, "Mommy, when I was still my in birthmother's tummy, God was with me and he spoke to me. He said that he heard you crying, and that you needed me. He made sure my birthmother would chose you. That's why she couldn't keep me." [/font] [font=Times New Roman]So, yeah....now that I'm bawling like a little kid, I'm going to leave this message for you. At three-years-old, I didn't even know what "J-E-S-U-S" spelt (or who he was for that matter, and I thought people who died turned into angels who watched over us.... My parents were, in general, very very "secular." I was 7 or 8 years old before a friend invited me to Sunday School for the first time.[/font] [font=Times New Roman]So, you can judge for yourselves where you want to believe the words that came out of my mouth came from. [/font][font=Times New Roman]I know where I think it came from, but either way. . . the message I got out of it was this: [/font] [font=Times New Roman]If you are an adopted parent, you didn't chose us; God chose us for you. If you are one of the ones who can't have children (like my Mom), God here's your pain and has a child out there just for you. And if you are a birthparent, do not feel guilty because you *gave us away.* You did your job as a parent by chosing *not* to abort the life God placed inside of you. And try not to worry because you don't know where we are. God knows even if you don't. . .[/font] [font=Times New Roman]God Bless All![/font] [font=Times New Roman]~Noelle~ [/font]
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