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I was born in November of 1973 in San Antonio, Texas. My mom said she was cleaning the house that morning when the phone call came. She immediately called my dad at work so he could come home and get ready. The next morning they left and headed to San Antonio. They planned on staying the night and take me home the next morning. When they got there mom discovered that they had brought the wrong shirt for my brother so dad had to go out and buy a new one. The shirt was wrinkled and the hotel did not have an iron so dad said he would take it to the cleaners in the morning. When he gets ready to go that morning he noticed that the car had a flat tire. He gets the tire fixed and drives everywhere to trying to find a cleaners. Finally dad gets back and they all get ready to go. My mom wrote the story of when they got the call and the problems they went through the day they picked me up in my baby book. I will always cherish this story, but the part that I love the most is the very last part. To me it gives me great comfort to know that I have two loving parents. The following is what my mom wrote. " You can't imagine the happiness we felt when we first saw you. Scott couldn't get over how tiny you were and Daddy just smiled alot. On our way back to we stopped to eat lunch. Everyone stopped by the table to see our pretty little bundle of pink. When we finally got home you had a royal welcome. Everyone came by to meet you, they fell in love with you and thought your name just fit our little angel." I had such a great childhood and I was raised by two wonderful parents. My parents always made it known that birth mother loved me enough to realize that she could not take care of me by herself and that she decided the best thing to do was to give me to someone who could love and take care of me. My parents never hide the fact that I was adopted and they have shared everything with me about my adoption. I do remember when I first realized the difference in being an adopted child rather than a biological one. I was in church and I think I was in first grade. We had discussed the birth of baby Jesus and we were asked to go home and talk to our parents about our own birth. Well after class I ran next door to my parents Sunday school class and asked my mom what it felt like to have me inside of her tummy. She told me that she was not able to do that, but I was special because daddy and her were able to pick me out. I imagined her and dad really standing there with all the babies trying to decide which one to take home. My life is filled with so many wonderful memories. Birthdays with friends, Holidays with my family, playing out side all day, many stunts that my brother and I pulled, and so many organizations and activites that I was involed in through the years. To me all of this could not of been possible if my bith mother had not chose adoption. I have felt this way al my life, but it wasn't until recently that it really hit home for me. My Sunday school class was studing the book "Confronting the Controversies". We got to the chapter on abortion and it was then that I realized my birth mother had a choice. The Sumprer Court had handed down the decision for Roe vs Wade on January 22, 1973. That was 10 months before I was born. I assumed all my life that there was no other choice. In school we never really studied it and I knew the law was passed the year I was born, but I always assumed it was after I was born or it was too late for her to make that choice. I know now that she did and I am thankful everyday that she chose adoption. Otherwise I would not of had the life that I have now.
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Hello!
I'm a dult looking into being adopted by a nice family, I'm self suficient, and I looked at your comments about you being previously adopted.
Would you mind sharing with me, how did you meet with possible candidates to become your adoptive parents, as it is right now, I have no idea where to start although I have been looking all over the web, I can't find much info.
Please reply soon.
Thanks
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This is the first adoption story I have seen here. It was great. Thank you for sharing, Sniffles.
I loved my adoption story too. Mom and Dad were on their way to a formal dinner/dance that Mom had helped decorate for all day. As they were on the way out the door - dressed to the nines - the phone rang. Daddy wanted to let it ring but Mom couldn't do it so she answered. And 10 min later, they were on their way from Ok to Kansas City - still formally dressed - so they could be at the unwed mothers home at 8:00 the next morning to pick me up. They drove until very early that morning but Mom said it didn't matter - they couldn't have slept anyway.
Before I met bmom, I searched and searched for my baby book - one too many moves. Bmom told me it was fine, don't worry about it but I absolutely had to find it. To show her how much I meant to my Mom and Dad. Mom wrote 2 page letters each month with a dozen pictures for 11 months to adoption agency before I was permanently adopted. What can you say about a 2month old baby? You can say how much you love her and how much she means to you. Mom wrote everything I did, every word I said, every sniffle I had, every present I got, every tooth that came in for 2 years until my little sister was adopted.
They also told me that my bmom loved me enough to give me to people who were in the right place to raise me, loved me enough to give me to people who would love me. They always spoke kindly about my bparents and how grateful they were that God meant for me to be their child.
I truly believed that it all worked out exactly as it was supposed to - my afamily was meant to be my family and bparents were meant to do all that they were able to do because they weren't parents at 17.
Good luck to all
Jill
I just wanted to thank you all for the positive posts you put on this thread! I was adopted as well, and I believe God meant for my parents to be my parents, and I appreciate what bmom did so I could live the best life I ever dreamed possible.
My dad said to me the other day, "If there was one time in my life where I felt like it was divine intervention stepping in, it was the day we brought you home, and that day is probably the only miracle I'll ever experience in my life. It all felt like a dream, it was so unreal, your mom and I didn't even know what to do with ourselves." God really had a plan when he brought us together as a family.
It is so good to hear other people feel the same way-I am praying I can share these posts with my children in the future, as I am also adopting now as well. I want them to know God knew who their parents were going to be even as early as in the womb, and his plan is always perfection, never does He make mistakes.
Thanks, and God bless you!
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