Off all the tragedies of life, surviving the loss of a child is the greatest to endure. Losing a child to adoption is no exception. Some argue that since her child is alive, the original mother is spared that grief. They think she is able to experience peace because her child is with a loving couple who would not have a family otherwise. This is a smokescreen. Walk thru the smokescreen and read what it's really like Surviving Adoption Loss from the original mom's side of the story.
RESOURCES!!!..
1.) MUST READ this pamphlet... What you should KNOWif you're considering adoptionforyourbaby . . . CUB Birthparents Booklet
2.) SOS Saving Our Sisters
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SOS is a network of people who have experienced, or are currently living with, adoption separation (men and women) and want to help others who may be considering adoption.
If you are working with an adoption counselor, SOS provides details that adoption professionals will not disclose. These withheld facts are extremely important when considering giving your infant to strangers.
SOS does its very best to find a mentor who is geographically local to the mother. Together they work through all the mother's reasons for considering adoption and remove any obstacles the mom cannot seem to resolve alone.
About my Avatar ... The minute I saw this pic when surfing the web years ago, it instantly made me think of my son. The pic is of an infant monkey who lost his mommy. Here he is clinging to the duck, which was his temporary mommy. It made me realize that this is what I've done to my son. I was his mommy, but I abandoned him. I didn't realize that is what it was at the time, but for 9 months I was the only Mommy he knew, and then I was gone. There is no real replacement to an original mother, there are temporary attempts at it, but no real replacement for her.
How to contact me... Feel free to send an e-mail: cheerio2you@yahoo.com
In general I am a cheery and energetic person. But I am enshrouded in a cloak of iron. That cloak is the weight of greiving my son, whom I've lost to adoption.
This week I took some time off work to do a little shopping with my young nephew, W-. His birthday is at the end of December, 12/29. He will be a whole 8 years old.
He is a very sweet boy and a good kid. You can’t spend much time with him until you find yourself smiling. He has a refreshing perspective on this old world we live in. His little eyes seem to look right inside you. He is a beautiful soul, just like his Mom.
As we were shopping, we saw a toy he was interested in. The recommended age printed on the box was for 8+. So my little buddy didn’t check it out too much longer, because after all he’s “only 7.”
We picked up a few crafts to work on; one for his Dad, one for his Mom, one for his Grandma, one for his Uncle (my hubby), and one for his Grandma’s neighbor.
We joked and kidded around. We went to Burger King and I read his Batman book while he ate his lunch. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I remember that short amount of time we had. We had fun and I loved being with him.
That was Monday morning. Tuesday couldn’t possibly be as fun of a day, since I had to go to work. I was saying to myself, as I drove into the parking lot, how Oh so excited I was to be back to work.
I walked around my truck to the passenger door to get out my stuff. Before I opened the door, I saw it. I saw my treasure of the day! My treasure of the week.
I know other people who drove by thought I was a nut case as I got my cell phone out to take a picture of the door on my truck. But I had to, I was compelled.
Do you see it? Do you see it for yourself?
It’s my treasure! Precious tiny handprints in the dust!
Those tiny handprints truly are a treasure, although personally, I prefer them on construction paper :) I helped the pre-schooler I babysit, make a turkey out of hand & foot prints. The gift itself was cheap cheap cheap...yet the tracing of those tiny hands and feet are priceless, and they will live on forever in his grandma's heart.
This week I took some time off work to do a little shopping with my young nephew, W-. His birthday is at the end of December, 12/29. He will be a whole 8 years old.
He is a very sweet boy and a good kid. You can’t spend much time with him until you find yourself smiling. He has a refreshing perspective on this old world we live in. His little eyes seem to look right inside you. He is a beautiful soul, just like his Mom.
As we were shopping, we saw a toy he was interested in. The recommended age printed on the box was for 8+. So my little buddy didn’t check it out too much longer, because after all he’s “only 7.”
We picked up a few crafts to work on; one for his Dad, one for his Mom, one for his Grandma, one for his Uncle (my hubby), and one for his Grandma’s neighbor.
We joked and kidded around. We went to Burger King and I read his Batman book while he ate his lunch. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I remember that short amount of time we had. We had fun and I loved being with him.
That was Monday morning. Tuesday couldn’t possibly be as fun of a day, since I had to go to work. I was saying to myself, as I drove into the parking lot, how Oh so excited I was to be back to work.
I walked around my truck to the passenger door to get out my stuff. Before I opened the door, I saw it. I saw my treasure of the day! My treasure of the week.
I know other people who drove by thought I was a nut case as I got my cell phone out to take a picture of the door on my truck. But I had to, I was compelled.
Do you see it? Do you see it for yourself?
It’s my treasure! Precious tiny handprints in the dust!
Those tiny handprints truly are a treasure, although personally, I prefer them on construction paper :)
ReplyDeleteI helped the pre-schooler I babysit, make a turkey out of hand & foot prints. The gift itself was cheap cheap cheap...yet the tracing of those tiny hands and feet are priceless, and they will live on forever in his grandma's heart.