Utilizing this tool throughout the process I went through as a mother and as a birthmother has enabled me to process emotions that I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to process. My journal is a safe place for me, and it was especially crucial that I had a safe place when I felt like I was going through the adoption all by myself.
I dream of my son often. Sometimes, I do not share these dreams with anyone. They belong to me. To me, it is our secret place. I wonder if he dreams of me?
When you decide what is best for your child, you don’t just do it once. You chose what is best for them throughout their whole lifetime. Sometimes that means making that decision through adoption. Adoption is always an option.
Many people are familiar with the movie, “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas”, and I want to share my favorite line from it: “In Who-ville they say that the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day!” – Dr. Seuss
Do I have the right to see my child? Am I legally protected? Will I receive compensation? Can they change the baby’s name? Does the biological father have any rights?
Is it even a choice? How can you compare the two? Some people would say that one has to do with a woman’s right to choose and some would say it’s a right to life.
I was all alone when I made the decision to put my son up for adoption. There was nowhere for me to turn. My decision was made regardless of how painful it was. My son was with his family, the ones he was always meant to be with.