“Rebecca’s Story”

When my birthmother found out that she was pregnant she was already in a situation where sheknew in her heart that raising two children would be next to impossible. At thetime of my birth my full-biological sister was 6-years-old old my biologicalfather was 58 while by birth-mother was 28! Yes, you read correct a 30 year agedifference!
At a couplemonths old I was adopted into an amazing family and would never want things togo otherwise, for, now that I have met biological family if I had stayed with themI would  have lacked an opportunityfor a bright future.
From as young aspre-school age my parents explained adoption and it made me feel special andchosen. It was never a shameful experience, nor was it to be hidden. I do notlook a lot like my family as I am tri-racial and was adopted into aEnglish/French Canadian family thus when my hair finally came in, my mixedheritage became evident. The hardest part of being adopted was the fact that Idid not have anybody to resemble.
I majored inHistory with a focus in Latin American and African American History. In myheart I have always felt that I must hold some genetic ties to black ancestry,however, did not have any proof of it, as being adopted prevents one fromknowing themselves!
My father alwaysinformed me of a file I could access when I felt ready, I was never interestedin seeing this file, and only took an interest during emotional points in mylife. Being a great parent, my father did not allow me to see the file when Iasked for it during an emotional moment, but rather explained when the time isright I will know.
For me, thistime did not come until two years ago when I entered into a steady relationshipwith my current boyfriend. For the first time, I felt stable and supported, Iknew that my family and partner would have my back and guide me through theemotional journey I was about to embark on. When the records in Ontario openedin June 2009 I applied right away and received non-identifying information.From this information I conducted a personal hunt for my biological family withno success.
The following year I hired an investigator whomsuggested I search the census at the local library, from this information Iconfirmed that my biological mother resided at the residence stated on thenon-identifying information, then I hit a brick wall!
I decided to usemy university skills and conduct my own search; I made posters and called my bestfriend to meet me at the local library for the following day. That night, I haddreams all night of what my biological mother looked like, her house, theneighbourhood etc. The next morning I drove (2) hrs to my home town and onroute I got a weird sensation and decided to detour to the area in which it isbelieved she resided in 1986. When I was driving around I came across a housethat looked very similar to the one in my dream, and to my astonishment thesurrounding area was identical to my vision the previous night.
I pulled over,and decided to simply knock on the door. When I did a man answered and I askedfor the name of my biological mother, he said one moment please and called her.I got weak in the knees, felt as if I was going to pass out. She came to thedoor and it was as if I was looking into my own eyes (we have the same eyes)she said my biological name, and I said “Mom?” and we cried. After we bothcalmed down we looked over information to prove it was really each other, andfrom then on its history.
She called mysister who drove down from the area in which I currently reside (we live 25minapart!) and I met her. I found out that I have two grown half sisters (in 40’s)as well as a half brother. My half siblings were not happy about the situation,nor was my biological father and as a result I am unwelcome in their lives,which I am still learning to accept.
As of current, Ihold an on-off relationship with my 30 year old full sister and a telephonebased relationship with my biological mother. From this situation I havelearned my true identity French-Canadian, Italian, African. Most importantlyfrom this situation I grew an even stronger appreciation for my adoptivefamily, my step-mother and those who’ve I have met along the way that haveshaped me into the young lady I am today. For without them, and without theright for freedom of choice, my life could have drastically altered.
For birthmothers out there reading this, just know in your heart that everyone has alife path and your decisions allowed someone else to add a child to their lifepath, and one day if its meant to be you will once again have your child backand hopefully (like myself) they will be forever appreciative of your harddecision.
25-YRold adoptee, reunited 7 months ago!

Libby’s Story Of Meeting Her Birth Mom

I was adopted when I was 3 weeks old (which is a story in itself.) I always knew I was adopted so I can’t remember the first time my parents told me. I just always knew. At five years old I told my parents I wanted to meet my biological mother and they told me that I wasn’t old enough and that when I was 18 I could meet her if I still had the desire. I didn’t want to meet her then because I didn’t love my family, I just always had a need for it. I felt like something was missing. Even though I had the most amazing family that anyone could have ever asked for. I loved my family so much and they were fabulous parents and did everything for me but I needed to know where I came from. It may sound weird to those of you who aren’t adopted but you just always have this feeling like you aren’t where you belong whether you have the best adopted parents in the world or not. You really can’t explain the feeling. It’s not something that anyone but adoptee’s will understand ever. I just wanted to know who I looked like and who I sounded like and all that good stuff that non-adopted people can see every.single.day of their life. Don’t get me wrong I wouldn’t change my situation for anything because I wouldn’t be who I am today if I hadn’t been adopted. I love my parents and the family who have raised me and taken care of me. They have been great and will do anything for me even still to this day. Being adopted has not defined who I am either. I am, me because of the people who raised me and loved me and made sure I was taken care of every day of my life. I love who I am and what I have become. To be adopted shouldn’t affect how you live your life either. I lived my life everyday happily and lovingly with the family that was chosen for me. My parents wanted to make sure that I always knew that I was adopted because they didn’t want me to find out later in life and resent them for not telling me sooner, which unfortunately I probably would have because to me it is a huge deal that you know. I would never have guessed I was adopted either because I look shockingly like my adopted parents. Whenever we’d tell people I was adopted they would never believe us because we look so much alike.
I met my Biological mother on my 18th Birthday in 2000, I was a senior in high school. I asked my parents the summer before I turned 18 if we could find her and meet her in October for my birthday. They of course said yes because they knew how important to me it was. But I also made it VERY clear that they would always be my parents and that would never change no matter what happened. So my parents contacted the adoption agency they had used so many years ago to find her. Well she had not been in contact with the agency since 1984; which was 2 years after I was born. So my parents had to hire a private investigator to find her. They didn’t know how long it would take or where she would be now. In August we got a phone call from the Agency saying they had found her and contacted her to tell her that I wanted to meet her and that she had written them back and said she would love to meet me! I was ecstatic. They had all her contact information and gave it to my parents. That evening my mom told me they had found her and she told me what she knew and then she handed me a letter. A letter that my biological mother had written to me the day I was born. She had written one to my parents and one to me to be given to me when my parents felt the time was right. I had never been so excited in my entire life. After my mom and I had finished reading both of the letters together, she gave me her phone number so I could call her. I had so many different feelings flying around in my mind and body at that point I can’t remember what sticks out the most. All I know is that I couldn’t wait to call her. We live in the Pacific Northwest and she lives in Georgia so the time difference is 3 hours so I had to call her right away if I wanted to talk to her that day and of course I did. So after a couple times of chickening out on dialing the phone I called her and when she picked up the phone I had never been so happy. We talked for a long time and I can just remember thinking oh my gosh I am actually talking to my biological mother. It was completely surreal. I found out I had a half-brother who was almost 6 and I was so excited. We exchanged e-mail addresses and I gave her my phone number. We also made a plan for her and my brother to fly here to Oregon to meet.
So on October 11, 2000 I met my biological mother for the very first time. That day was one of the very best days of my entire life. My parents let me stay out of school that day which was a Wednesday so that I could go to the airport and pick her up with them. This was Pre-9/11 so you could still go to the gate without a ticket so my mom, dad and I all me them at the gate when they got off the airplane. I was so excited and nervous… I remember thinking that it was taking forever for them to get there. But when the people started getting off I ran up to the door and was just waiting. I had only seen a couple pics of them and they were a little old so I didn’t know if I would recognize them but as soon as I saw her I knew it was her. We just stopped and hugged and we just stared at each other and cried for a while. It was amazing. We have pictures of our first meeting in the airport but it was before we had digital cameras and I don’t have them scanned into my computer so I don’t have any to show you, SORRY! I wish I did because my mom captured some very amazing moments in those pictures. I can tell you that it was a very emotional reunion. But it was amazing. She spent 10 days here and it was awesome. We had a blast together. We still keep in contact and see each other as much as we can since we live across the country from each other. But I cannot imagine my life without her and my half-brother in my life. They have been there for all the big things in my life since we met; my high school graduation, my wedding, and a couple weeks after my son’s birth.
They are an extended part of my family and my parents and her get along so well. They love each other and my parents even consider her part of their extended family. I am so glad that I got the opportunity to meet her and have a relationship with her. I wouldn’t change anything about my life now, except maybe that we didn’t live so far apart so we could see each other more often. I am truly blessed with such an amazing family. So to all of those people out there who are adopted or have given up a child for adoption have hope that someday you will get the opportunity to meet because it CAN happen.


An Adopted Childs View On Adoption

Natasha Harrison

I am adopted. My birthmother had just graduated college when she was pregnant with me. She had no job, no place to live or anything. The Catholic church put her up in housing while she had me. Then when I was put up for adoption she was able to move on with her life. She found a husband and had a family of her own. This is how I know there is a God out there. God has saved my life. When she was pregnant with me she surrouneded herself with Christians who always believed I was a baby and I was important even in the womb. Thank you God and thank you birthmother so much for going through that nine months of pregnancy. Pregnancy is not easy. I am very thankful to my adopted parents of course. That goes without question. I have always looked at adoption as a gift. She wanted me raised as a Catholic and because the faithful Catholic people were so involved in my adoption process that is why I am Catholic. If people don’t want their kids to be Catholic thats fine. There are many many adoption agencies out there. I put adoption agencies into google and a whole page of them popped up. I just don’t feel like there advertised as much. To me abortion is selfish, convenient, expensive, and murder. From reading my story I hope you understand why. I really want my story to be an inspiration and another viewpoint to see that adoption really does make a difference.