Reunions
Thirty-three years ago, my mother made a hard, but selfless decision to give me up for adoption. I have known I was adopted since I was nine years old. I never felt that I was incomplete or dissatisfied with my life, but I did try for many years to find my birth family. I expected that if I found them, at best, we might occasionally see each other or exchange photos and e-mails.
My name is Kym and I am adopted. Although I was adopted by a very loving family, I've always felt like something was missing. I've always had the need to find my biological mother. About a month and a half ago I put my information on the adoption registry and the next day Patricia contacted me. She stated that she could find my biological mother. I had a little information from my non-identifying records that I gave to Patricia. During that first conversation while I was on the phone with her, she said she thought that she had found her. Of course it was a little hard to believe, but sure enough she had!! By the next day I knew my mother's full name and her family's names. I also found my older brother's name. I couldn't believe it.
I am a Dad that has always wanted to know what had happened to my Little Girl. I was told many years ago that I would have to wait until her 21st birthday before I would be able to look for her and she can look for Me at 18. Well, I waited 21 years and I found this place here. Patricia found her in 2 days! I have talked to her and found out she is doing good and is very happy with her new mom and dad. They did a very good job with my little girl. I have her email and she has my telephone number so if she ever wishes to say hi to me she can any time she is ready. I can only tell you all this ...your little boy or girl wishes to know that you care.
I was 15 years old when I had to make one of the hardest decisions of my life. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of my son. Was he healthy and happy? What did he look like? Will there ever come a time when he wonders about me?
I really had no idea of how to begin searching. I had registered on a couple of adoption websites and thought I would probably have to wait until my son searched the same websites to connect. It was about a week later that I met Patricia. Not only did she help me find my son but she also provided great insight and support through the entire process. In less than 2 weeks my life was changed forever!
For as long as I can remember I have known I was adopted; all of us kids were. And throughout my childhood, my teen years, my 20s, 30s and now into my 40s I always imagined meeting my birth mother.
On the morning I turned thirty a thought occurred to me that I had never had before; I wasn’t the only one experiencing this birthday on a very personal level.
Forty-four years ago, I was adopted. My Birthmother made a very hard but selfless decision to allow someone that could not have a baby to love and nurture me. My Birthmother and father were very young when she got pregnant with me. My Father had moved with his family to New Jersey and my Birthmother lived in Dallas. At that time it was very shameful to become pregnant without being married. My Father was only seventeen and did not have the money to come marry her at that time nor did his family. He joined the Marines but by the time he got out of boot camp, I had already been adopted.
Twenty-eight yrs ago I made the biggest decision of my life as a 15-yr old girl. I found myself having to decide what would be the best thing, or what would give my baby girl the best life possible? To try and raise her myself or to give a couple that could not have children a gift from God and give my baby girl a family!
On February 22, 1962, I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen in my life. At that time I had not planned on giving her up for adoption but when I looked into the innocence, beauty, perfection, love and the absolute trust of those precious eyes gazing into mine, I knew I had to do everything in my power to do the right thing for her which was to provide for her a loving home, complete with a Mommy and Daddy. So, that is what I did. Unselfishly, I gave her up for adoption. I held her tiny little body close to me. As close as I could without hurting her and whispered in her ear one last time how much I loved her. I drew in a long breath to get as much of her sweet scent in my nostrils as possible so I could remember her scent. I swear I can still remember what she smelled like today.
For the past 40 years I have searched for my family, and cried every time I saw shows like Oprah. I knew that it was meant for others but I always felt empty, knowing it would never happen to me....until that is the Lord made my road cross with Patricia. She was like an angel sent from Heaven, who really seemed to be compassionate, and who took the time to really care.
I believe in Angels – not only in Heaven but on earth as well. I have met a few in my lifetime but the ones important to my bittersweet reunion story include my beautiful birth daughter, who was born in December 41 years ago. I was barely 16 when she was born and I was given one precious hour with her alone. I will never forget the overwhelming feelings of unconditional love and concern that I had for her and the shattering grief I also felt in giving her up for adoption, although I was told it was the best thing I could do for her. I was then told to “forget about it” and go on
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