A Message For Mothers (and Fathers) From an Adoptee:

Hi there! I noticed a lot of the people on this forum were parents waiting to meet the children God has waiting for them. Well, although I would like to adopt some day, I do not fall into that category. I come from the opposite side of the spectrum. I am a 'child' who was adopted. I was adopted and went to my adoptive parents three days after I was born, back in October of 1985. My Mom (adoptive) was one of those women who could have kids. She had a miscarriage or two and one child who was born to early and later died, but couldn't bare a child. From what I understand, she waited some years before finally getting the thumbs up for MY adoption. I have posted this story on the adoption forums before only back then I did not have the whole story. I spent the last 12 years searching for my birthmother. Now that I have finally found her, I can give you the whole story, and I hope it blesses you as much as it has blessed me and my family. Every word of it is true.Obviously, the adoption went through and I went to live with my Mom and Dad. Roughly 3 1/2 years later, Mom found herself in the kitchen cleaning (as usual) while I was in my room playing. From what Mom has told me, I wandered up into the living room and told her I had "something important to tell her." So, we sat down on the couch together but she was not really paying attention to me. She says that she was more worried about the cleaning and work and other adult stuff than about what was so "important." So, I put my hands on either side of her face and made her look at me and told her: "Mommy when I was still in my birthmommy's tummy, God was there and He talked to me. He said that He heard you crying and He told my birthmommy to choose you. That's why I couldn't stay there with her." I have recounted that story many times. I always loved it but I couldn't help wondering how true it was. Mom wouldn't lie but... I was 3 years old. Well, finding my birthmother just days ago confirmed the story: I was one of the lucky ones whose adoptive Mom was not threatened by my search for my birthmom and whose birthmom was ecstatic to hear from me. The first thing she ever told me was this: I loved you so much. I didn't want to give you up even though I knew it was right. In fact, the day I went into labor, I had made up my mind to back out of the whole thing (every adoptive parent's worst nightmare I am sure). But not to long before you, God spoke to me and said that it was alright. There was a family that was hurting and that was where He wanted you. I told Mom that story and her response was pretty much the same as mine. "Oh, my God." All that to say, do not worry about your kids. Just keep praying and believing that God has a child out there that He wants to put in YOUR family. He heard my Mom's prayers so He hears yours. I hope this story blesses you all! Good Luck and God Bless!Bree Noelle~~