Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Birth Mom Photo a Day 30: My Hopes for the Future

Day 30: {My Hopes for the Future}

My hopes for the future...
I hope that I will continue to heal and feel gratitude and happiness for my adoption experience.
I hope that other birth moms will find strength and comfort in hearing my story of closed adoption and reunification.
I hope that birth moms continue to find a voice and don't have to feel ashamed or afraid of what others think.
I hope that I continue to meet new people in the adoption community so I can learn from them.
I hope that to attend more birth mom retreats and other adoption events where I know I will always find solidarity, strength and support.
I hope that I have opportunities to educate others about adoption.
I hope that my relationship with my birth daughter continues to develop and grow and we learn how to navigate the sometimes-complicated waters of post-reunion adoption.
I hope that one day she understands my heart.
I hope that all my children continue to learn about all sides of adoption and become advocates for open adoption one day.


 





Thursday, November 06, 2014

Birth Mom Photo a Day 6: My Happy Place

Day 6: My Happy Place

You thought I was gonna say Disneyland, didnt you?  Well, I do love Disneyland but, my happiest of places are the rare moments when I can get all 5 of my children together in the same place.  Its so amazing to look at each of them, individually and collectively, and marvel at how different they each are but how they each share some similar traits. Until we were reunited, that piece was always missing for me.  Something felt not quite right.   I live for the time when I can see them all be close to each other, particularly as adults, regardless of the different circumstances by which they were raised.

Its interesting how my young kids have learned to accept my first daughter.  I don't know if they actually understand that she is their flesh and blood, but somehow something must compute because since they "discovered" her, they want to know her, they ask about her, they talk about the next time they will get to see her and Paige is relieved to know that she actually isn't the only girl! Its all been a bit more straight-forward for Braiden.  He is old enough to comprehend the situation so after the initial shock, for some reason he is relieved to know that he isn't the oldest and, of course, they have a blast when they are together. I am certain that she is a good influence and role model for him.  She came around right at the perfect time for him.

These crazy kids are my happy place.




Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Birth Mom Photo a Day 5: Fears

Day 5:  Fears

I believe that fear comes from things unknown and adoption is a big one.  Throughout the course of my pregnancy, placement, life after placement and life since reunion, I have seen TONS of fears come and go.   So many questions would often go through my head:  Will I ever see her again? Will I only ever know her as a baby? Will she want to know me? Will she be angry with me?  Will she like me?  Will she like us?  Will she want me there? Will she ever NEED me?  Will this pain in my chest ever go away?  Will I ever feel whole again?  So many questions...

I have learned that once I let the fear subside, peace finds its way in.   Adoption is not all rainbows and roses.  Adoption is hard. I have to work hard every day to let the peace stay and not chase it away.  There will still be unknowns and there will always be. There hard days and there are days where I love the choice I made. I have to make the daily choice to see the rainbows and smell the roses.




Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Birth Mom Photo a Day 4: First Photo

Day 4:  First Photo

I have 2 "first" photos that I treasure and I have framed in my room.  One is us on placement day, and the other is us on reunion day.  Lots of years lie in between these two pictures, but so many fewer than I had imagined.

Monday, November 03, 2014

Birth Mom Photo a Day 3: Debunking Stereotypes

Day 3:  Debunking Stereotypes

What is your stereotypical birth mom?  Look around.  There is no mold that any birth mother fits into.  Any woman sitting next to you or living next door, working with you, or the mother of your kids best friend might have a similar story to tell.  I would say that until fairly recently, being open about placing a child was not very widely acceptable and most adoptions were not open.  I spent a lot of years making sure that nobody knew my "secret" because I was so afraid of the judgement that would be placed on me. I even moved far from where my family was so that I could start a new life. As I have become more open about being a birth mother, there has been judgement in some cases, those are few in comparison to the number of people that have come forward that wanted to love and listen and share their own stories of healing and hope.

I was recently introduced to a community of birth mothers and found that while we all have very different stories and are at very different places in our lives, we all share a certain level of understanding for each other that anyone who isn't a birth parent could ever fathom.  I am so grateful for them.  I am so grateful to finally be ok with sharing this part of me and learning to not place stereotypes on MYSELF.

Its still scary, and I still fear judgement.  But I don't fit into any stereotype.  This I know. I am just me.


Sunday, November 02, 2014

Birth Mom Photo a Day 2: Why I chose adoption

Day 2:  Why I chose adoption



Simply put, adoption was an option that gave me peace at a time when I was filled with shame and turmoil for the choices I had made that would not only have a profound effect on my life, but now another life was involved.  I found strength in the knowledge that something beautiful would come from an experience that was so painful for me.  From the second I met the 2 beautiful people that would be her parents, I was certain just how much they loved her and longed for her.  I knew that they would always remind her just how much she was loved even before she was loved by them. 



Saturday, November 01, 2014

Birth Mom Photo a Day 1: About Me



November brings with it a lot of reasons to celebrate, but one that is fairly new to me is National Adoption Awareness Month.  Adoption has played a large part in my life and so, I want to do this activity that many of my fellow birth mothers are taking part in.  It has only been for a couple years that I have even been open about this part of me, but I feel like now is a good opportunity to bare my soul on the matter in the hopes that it may touch even one person that might need to hear it. I am also posting this on my blog because I think all of these talking points are things that I want my children to know about me.  It helps me in my healing process and gives me strength to just be who I am, without shame, without guilt; even if it is with 796 of my closest Facebook friends (an anyone who might read my blog).  So, with shaking hands and racing heart, here go my 30 days of #birthmomphotoaday.

Day 1- About me:  I was almost 17 when I discovered I was pregnant.  I placed my baby girl into a closed adoption through LDS Family Services in April of 1995.  I was able to choose the adoptive parents and gave birth in Southern Utah while living with my grandparents.  I spent 2 days in the hospital with her before the social worker came to take her to her new family.  I decided to stay in Utah to go to college where I graduated and eventually was married and had 4 more children.  While I had never forgotten about my baby girl, the nature of closed adoption allowed me to just move on with life, which was what I thought was that best thing to do, and really I had no idea if I would truly ever meet her.  I was preparing myself for the possibility that it may never happen, with the hope in the back of my mind that someday a red-head would come knocking on my door, looking for me. Well, it didn't happen exactly that way, but it happened.  In February 2013, after her mom made contact with me,  I finally met that little baby girl again, only she had become a beautiful 17 year old young woman...and very red-head.   The past couple years has been a blessing and a trial for me as I now learn to navigate what has become an open adoption, even though my daughter is now an adult. I realized that I am not as 'over it' as I always thought I was. I realized that I missed her so much more than I ever even knew. I realized that the hole in my heart was so much bigger than anyone could have convinced me a few years ago. I realized that I now have to be stronger than I ever thought possible and on some days, it just doesn't happen.I realized that I was good enough to be her mother but I chose to give her more than I was able.  My adoption is love, faith, healing, grief and gratitude to the good people who love my daughter and have made her the amazing person she is and that loved me enough to bring her back into my life.




Saturday, August 17, 2013

I have something to share...


This is a post I have been planning for a long time and it has taken me about 2 months to write it and finally decide to post it. I knew the time would come when I would need to share with the "world" or blog land, or Facebook land, or whoever happens to come upon this post a little something personal...I just didn't know it would all happen so soon or when the right time was to go public with it. Many of you know, many of you were there, but many of you might be a little surprised.  Its not something I am ashamed of and its not a secret...I just wasn't ready.  But now I am.  So here it is...


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Last October I got an unexpected, yet long-awaited letter, from someone who was a complete stranger but, in a sense, was my best friend.  I had a faint memory of what she looked like after a really brief meeting some 18 years ago but otherwise knew very little about her. I saw that the return address on the letter was "LDS Family Services" and at that moment I am fairly certain my heart skipped a beat and I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.   When I opened the letter this picture fell onto my lap and I knew IMMEDIATELY who it was.  My eyes filled with tears.  I might have passed out for a moment, I'm not sure. 

This gorgeous red-head is my daughter.  When I was 17 years old, I gave birth to her in St George, UT and put her up for adoption through LDS Family Services. She went to a couple that I was able to choose when she was 2 days old.  They named her Delaney Anne.  The letter was from her mom, Kim.  I think I read it over and over probably about 50 times and spent the next week or so constructing a perfect response to her.  I learned that Kim had decided to try to get a letter to me without Delaney knowing and thus started, or rekindled I should say, a beautiful friendship.  


Delaney Anne

A little about my experience:  I would never say to anyone that any of this was a cake-walk.  Dealing with the social stigma of being a teenage pregnancy case at 17 and having to use the public health care system because dependent pregnancies were not covered on my parents insurance was slightly traumatizing. After a couple months of pretending that I was okay with the idea of trying to be a mom and a high school senior, it hit me that it wasn't reality. I made the choice to graduate early, leave my friends and the father of my baby in California to go to Utah and live with my grandparents so I could clear my head and make sure that adoption was the right choice.  Sixteen hours of difficult labor, watching the social worker take her away and leaving the hospital empty-handed proved to be the most painful experiences of my life, both physically and emotionally but those following months I managed to get myself back into the swing of life. That and the years that followed made me who I am today.  

It was strange at times, knowing there was a little girl out there somewhere that was half me, and I would regularly give 2nd glances to little red-haired girls that were about her age and wonder in large crowds if she could possibly be there too...but I always knew she was in good hands, I never worried, and I never once regretted my decision.  I also had my family with me every step of the way.  My mom and Grandma were holding my hands when she was born.  I was never alone and still am not.



I spent 2 days in the hospital with her.  Up until I received that letter, this is what she looked like to me.  I still only remembered a newborn although I did receive a few letters and pictures from the family up until her 1st birthday.  I didn't know their names or her name, or where they lived.  I knew she had red hair and was darling and, most importantly, I knew that they wanted her more than anything in the world and that she was and has been a long awaited answer to their prayers.

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After 4 months of getting acquainted with Kim through letters, emails, and then eventually Facebook and texts, sharing laughs and tears and learning all about her and Delaney from afar, sharing pictures and stories and secretly meeting Kim in December,  I was finally able to go to Southern Utah, where they have always lived, and meet Delaney almost 18 years later.  

Let me tell you, I darn near had a panic attack while I was driving up to their house that morning. It was just me and the voice on my GPS.   I decided I needed to do this alone the first time.  I was so nervous yet so excited.  When I saw her, I just hugged her tight and just felt so much love and happiness in that room.  Her mom, step-dad and Grandma were all there and greeted me like they had been missing me for years.  They graciously let me spend the weekend with them and we had a great time, like we were all old friends. 



After the weekend, my face hurt from smiling so much while meeting all the people that I was introduced to as "Amy, Delaney's Birth Mom". She always knew my first name so I learned that the name "Amy" was well-known to many as her birth-mom.  I felt like all these people, who knew Delaney and Kim's story her whole life, knew me just as well.  While they didn't actually know me personally, they knew the entire other side of the story that I never knew about this couple that desperately wanted to have children but were not able to after years of fertility treatments and whose prayers were answered one day when they got the call that they had been chosen by this 17 year old girl to take her baby. I heard over and over that they had always given second glances at any short blonde girl (that would be me) and in large crowds always wondered if I might be there too.  I suppose it never really hit me that while I was wondering about her, she had been wondering about me too...  It was so cool to hear the story about the day they got her.  I had never heard it before and I realized that this was the piece of the entire story that I had been missing all those years.  It gave a much deeper meaning to the entire experience to hear it...to know that I made a difference for them.  It hadn't truly occurred to me before.





Delaney is awesome.  Did I say that already?  She is so spunky, and funny, and amazingly smart and driven. She is a friend to everyone she knows and believe me, she knows ALOT of people.  Its hard to believe she is a teenager.  It has been so fun to identify the things that she and I have in common physically, personality-wise, and so many other ways...you can tell we are related and I see ALOT of her birth-dad in her.  But then again, if one didn't know she was adopted, they would never ask.  She is a puzzle piece that fits perfectly into her family and her home.  I want to be like her when I grow up.

Braiden, my oldest, and now 14 year old son, learned about Delaney shortly after I met her in February.  That was quite an experience, getting him to even believe that I wasn't pulling his chain, but he quickly made his own contact with her through Facebook and they immediately became pals. Whew. That was a dreaded conversation that went surprisingly well and in the end, he has handled it all much better than I imagined.
~This middle picture is the first of all 5 of my children together.  I love it.~

We went to their house for a quick trip in March where the kids and my husband Eric also were able to meet Delaney and her family.  We took that opportunity to tell Paige and Cameron they have an older sister since I thought it would be easier to explain it with her and Kim sitting right there.  That was, and continues to be, a challenge to help their little minds understand how that all works but they have come to accept her as a sister and ask about her regularly. Max even asks where "Way-nee" is.



D has quite the large family.  She certainly hasn't been in isolation these past 18 years.  Because of their family dynamics, she has family for days..5 brothers and sisters, lots of grandparents, lots of crazy aunts and uncles (the best kind) and parents that would move Heaven and Earth for her.  I cant believe how many people there are that love this girl.  Its really amazing and even better when you add in all the biological families.  Wow....what a family reunion that would make.

Since February, or maybe October, my life has been turned upside-down...in a good way mostly.  I have ridden a roller coaster of emotions that nobody could even imagine...except maybe Kim. Before last October, I did not even fathom that I would be meeting her so soon.  I had no idea what to expect because I had always known that I wanted her to come to me when she was ready.  It needed to be her decision and I never wanted to intrude.  I know of many stories where it just never happens for one reason or another. So I had prepared myself for the possibility that I might never meet her, if not much later in life.  What a pleasant surprise.



NEVER, NEVER, did I think I would get to surprise her on her 18th birthday with a visit from her birth-dad or get to see her perform in a choir competition, or see her graduate from high school (below).




Quite certainly I never imagined that we would get to take her with us on a family road trip to California to visit my dad and go to our favorite place (below).  This time has been a blessing without a doubt.  What a fun trip!!  I hope there are more in the future.


So here I am now. The wildness of it all has worn off a bit and we are trying to settle into life with this new "thing".  Its hard.  I'm not gonna lie.  I get sad sometimes and I miss her all the time...maybe its because since her, I have had 4 other babies and I know how I treasure every second with them... so now that I know her and love her even more than I imagined, the reality of it sets in that she isn't mine and I missed so much and that while her family is loving and generous beyond compare, she belongs to them and not me.

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...then I stop myself and think hard about how many people have been blessed by how this has all played out.  While her biological family all missed that little red head baby and wondered about her all this time, her adoptive family has had the opportunity to raise an amazing woman.  She is who she is because of them, no doubt.  While my genes might have determined her hair color, her double-jointed fingers, her shoe size, her smile and maybe a little bit of her demeanor... her heart has been nurtured and taught and loved like I would not have been able to.  Everything is just as it should be...and I'm not sad.  I am overjoyed. I would never claim that these results are typical.  I know that most people in the same situation may have had a completely different outcome.  But that's why I had to share this story.

I plan to nurture my relationship with her while she continues to progress through young woman-hood and hope that we eventually will become close.  She is still really young and has a lot to learn from her own mother but I want to be there for her if she should need me.  I have a lot to look forward to and I am so grateful that my kids will get to know her.  This is so much better than I imagined.

So much better...