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adoption story
Below are stories of two local women. One who adopted a child and another who was adopted. Compare these stories to the Abortion Story. These women are eternally blessed because a birth mother chose life and placed her baby for adoption instead of abortion.
Story number one:
I am a 43 year old single mom, who more than anything wanted to be a mother. After years of trying to conceive, there was no success. I began to feel depressed and alone. I explained my situation to a very close friend. Her response was “why not adopt”. I began to visit the library, read books on the adoption experience and involve myself by attending adopting seminars. After attending the first seminar, I cried all the way home. I knew this was the path for me to take. After beginning the adoption process, six months later I received a call. It was the social worker informing me that my son had been born. This experience has changed my life from that day up until now.
I have a beautiful son who has added so much love and joy to my life. He is my inspiration. I am happier now than I have ever been. What a Blessing he has been for me and my family. I share my story everywhere I go. Never give up hope and belief. Miracles happen every day. I would like to encourage all mothers who are not in a situation to care for their unborn child and have to make a choice, please consider adoption. There are numerous loving families who are struggling through fertility issues who would love the chance to be able to adopt. Children are a gift. They are a Blessing and they deserve a chance to have a wonderful life."
Story number two: Chosen Child.
I love the water. Perhaps it was because I was conceived next to a lake. My birth mother, Nancy (not her real name), was 17 and about to graduate from High School. A few months went by and her mother noticed her enlarging abdomen. When asked if she was pregnant, Nancy acknowledged she was. Her parents were shocked and upset. She was an unmarried teenager and ashamed. The "easy" solution of abortion was not readily available in the 1940's, but Nancy didn't believe in abortion anyway.. Nancy felt pressured to give me up for adoption. She traveled to Florida by train from North Carolina. She stayed in a home for unwed mothers, and gave me birth at Tampa General Hospital. As I write this, I feel badly for her....I can't ever imagine giving my baby away. She felt she couldn't care for me, and her parents were not supportive of her. Even years later, Nancy's never let her forget the "mistake" she made. Nancy moved on with her life, married someone other than my father, and had other children. She said my birth father was very good-looking but that's about all I know about him. He must have been persuasive. I don't think he ever knew about me.
I am blessed. I had two mothers. One gave me birth the other gave me love and a family. To each, I am grateful. Growing up in the 1950's was like living in the TV series, Happy Days. Neighborhood kids of all ages, played outside and walked to school. We dressed up as Cowgirls and Cowboys, played with toy guns and nobody thought anything of it. We felt safe. My family was one of the first in the neighborhood to get a television set, black and white, of course. "The Lone Ranger" and "I Love Lucy" were my favorite shows. My family was a hard-working middle class family. My dad worked for Texaco as a clerk, and my mother was a teacher. Most families I knew went to church regularly and my family was no exception. My adoptive parents were able to provide for me in ways my birth mother could not. They had a baby girl that died at birth, had a miscarriage, and then decided to adopt. First a boy two years later, me. My brother and I always knew we were adopted. We aren't blood related, but we are close, even after 70 plus years. Our parents frequently told us we were "chosen." I think my brother still likes this term, although "chosen," can still be interpreted as "different." In some ways I did feel a little different, but I knew my parents loved and wanted me. A huge memory from my childhood is feeling homesick while away at Girl Scout Camp. I was about 9 years old, and cried every day wanting to go home. I wrote a letter to my mother begging her to take me home, but she never came. The camp counselors were not helpful, and told me to stop crying. I was so afraid of losing my parents. Biological children can have difficulty with separation, but I think adopted children struggle even more. Sometimes other kids would say to me, "You don't look anything like your parents," and I would respond, "I'm adopted," then they didn't know quite what to say. Occasionally, I felt something was missing, but it helped having a sibling that was also adopted. Through the years I had questions like, "who do I look like," "where did I come from," and "who were my 'real' parents." Occasionally the thought that my mother didn't want me crossed my mind. My adoptive parents didn't share anything about my birth parents, but I don't remember asking them either.
Once, I was in a healing prayer service and God gave me a picture that angels sang at my birth. With that picture all the Bible verses about God's love came alive. That was incredibly powerful. Everyone wants to be loved and have a sense of belonging, and I'm no exception. My life would have been different, if my birth mother had kept me, but according to my biological sister, my life has probably been better than hers. My adoptive mother died of a stroke when I was only 36 years old. My adoptive father lived for many more years. He was the kindest, gentlest man I've ever known. They were wonderful parents and I have had a wonderful life-I have truly been blessed. After losing both my adoptive parents, I had a desire to search for my birth family. I joined DNA sites, contacted the agency that arranged my adoption, and ultimately hired an attorney. After what seemed an eternity, but God's perfect timing, I found my birth mother. I was 70 years old, when I first laid eyes on the woman who gave me birth, on Facebook, of all places. Nancy was very much alive-shocker-active, driving, and teaching Sunday School at 88 years old. Nancy always thought her "secret" would be safe. She was afraid of what people would think of her, and what I would think. Mostly, I'm simply grateful. After our initial contact, we have visited in each other's homes and talked on the phone for hours. We had a lot of catching up to do. I even have a younger half-sister, a delightful added bonus. Very few people in their seventies still have living mothers. I was one of those few, at least until the pandemic of 2020. She was an unusually vibrant, healthy and active 92 year old, who loved being around people. We were shocked when COVID hit her hard and took her life. I grieve, yet I'm grateful for time I had with her...nearly four amazing years. Recently, I learned that I share a very distant Great Grandfather (the grandfather of Daniel Boone) with my adoptive mother. That makes me genetically related to my adoptive mother. She would be pleased. I can't help but laugh at this remarkable connection as my Heavenly Father smiles and tells me there's no such thing as "coincidence." Human life was God's idea. He created man is His own Image.
I believe every child is first conceived in the heart of our Heavenly Father. God chooses life. "He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world...having predestined us to adoption as [children] by Jesus Christ to Himself..." Ephesians 1:4-6. In the words of the psalmist, "My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be." Psalm 139:15-16. The Bible tells us that God loves children. Jesus said that whoever welcome a little child, welcomes Him. He had dire warnings for anyone who would harm a child. (See Matthew 18:5-6) Anyone thinking about abortion stop and consider: Would you rather have the approval of culture, or the applause of angels? Heaven waits with bated breath.
To learn more about adoption, please visit:Florida Baptist Children's Homes Adopting.com Florida's Adoption Program National Council for Adoption