Wonderful reunion

The reason I am writing this is because everyone who we share this journey with tells us that we should share it with the world only if to bring hope to all those who are currently searching for birth parents or family. I am the wife of an adoptee. My husband is a wonderful loving husband and father. We met 3 years ago and have been married for two. We are in our early forties, and this is not the first marriage for either one of us. We have a beautiful son (Dylan) who is 22 months old. My son looks very much like his father did when he was a baby. My husband and I met as a result of a friendship between his mother and mine. I knew he had been adopted before we actually met. My mom had told me the story of how her friend had traveled to Canada to adopt a baby in 1960. After my husband and I started dating, I began to realize that his adoptive mother was very deceptive and very selfish. In fact, I began to notice through conversations that I had with my husband, that she had poisoned his mind by lying to him, first telling him that they had adopted him because his birth parents had died and then later telling him that they didn't die at all, but rather that they didn't want him and therefore abandoned him. As you can imagine, he was traumatized with this knowledge. I couldn't believe that his mother had told him all those things, and I began to plant the seed that maybe he had been given up for adoption for reasons other than the fact that they didn't want him. As a mother myself, I can't imagine why any mother, especially one that had "elected" to be one, would say things to their child that may impact him tremendously for the rest of his life (as it did.) As time passed, I began to notice that my husband began to develop an interest in finding his birth mother so I asked him if he wanted me to try find her for him. He said yes, but thought that my efforts would never materialize. I found the Canadian Adoptee Registry website and began to communicate with the people that sponsor it. The sponsors are women who had given up their children for adoption and spent many years trying to locate them. They were very instrumental with the search and consequently by following their instructions, I located my husband's mother in approximately one year. On November 14th, 2002 my husband spoke to his birth mother for the first time in 42 years. It was a little difficult because she is from Quebec (where my husband was born) and speaks very little English. We live in Miami, Florida and don't speak any French. Even though there was a language barrier, my husband and his mother communicated very well, and she asked that we spend Christmas with them in Quebec. We did, and the reunion was much more than even I could ever hope for. As it turns out, my husband's adoption took place against his birth mother's will. She was an unemployed single woman in 1960 who found herself without the means to support the baby in a small, very religious community. Even with that, she found employment and was working towards settling down away from her parents, when the religious agency which took care of the baby while she worked took the baby and arranged for the adoption without her knowledge. To be fair, his adoptive parents didn't realize that my husband's mom didn't want to give him up, but thought they were just paying the fees that were normally charged for lawyers and paperwork and such. His birth mother never signed any papers, and all of the records were falsified. and never agreed nor had knowledge that he was going to be taken. You can imagine the joy she felt when she learned that her son found her. The emotions and the stories of how he was literally stolen from his mother were incredible and his mother loves him more than words could ever say. She never had any other children but always wanted her son. She longed for him and at last, she had him back. She spent many years searching for him but because his name had been changed from that which she had given, she was looking for a person who essentially didn't exist. We now speak to her on a daily basis and miss the family very much. We met ALL of the family and listened intently to the explanations and stories of what happened and how. It was a very sad story that had a fairy tale ending, and the reason that I share this with you, is with the hope that anyone out there who is looking for a blood relative realizes that there are many possibilities of why people are given up for adoption - as in our case where my husband was essentially a "black market baby" through legal means. The moral of the story is "not everything that glitters is gold" and because you are led to believe that something is true doesn't necessarily mean that it is. Sincerely, Ana San Roman