If my life was told in pictures, I came out of the womb sitting up with a dress on. The youngest photo I have of me is professionally taken and I appear to be around 4 months, propped up on a pillow. Someone took the time to dress me in a white dress, frilly lace ankle church socks that you turn down, and black patented leather shoes. They tried to do something with my hair to make it look like a well-rounded cotton ball but didn’t quite succeed.
I am now 52 years old. It is Tuesday, 2-22-22, 9 degrees in Denver, Colorado and the day I decided to launch a blog about adoption. An idea I have been holding on to for several months and perhaps the arctic air forced it out of my head and onto this screen. Welcome to my life, colored by adoption from the standpoint of an adoptee and a birth mother. I wanted to have a space where I can share my experiences with others, the good, the bad, the ugly and the down right unbelievable in some circumstances. I look forward to sharing my thoughts as an adoptee, a 16 year old birth mother who continued a cycle of adoption, an adoptee who found my birth mother and by the grace of God my birth son. There is a lot to unpack and I hope my journey helps someone out there on a journey of their own.
My hope is that my blog will touch those, considering adoptions, adoptees, birth parents, adoptive parents, and those who know and love anyone in those groups. The rise of DNA testing has opened closets on secrets held for years. Some adoptees have found out their origin stories through science, others through the changing of adoption laws in their states, and some even by having hard conversations with loved ones. My story was a compilation of all those methods.
So hang in there with me as I get the hang of blogging!