Birth mothers rights have been evolving over the past decades, from fully closed adoptions where birth mothers had no information about their child, to today’s adoption practices of openness and ongoing communication between birth and adoptive families. Sheila placed her child at a transitional time when adoptions were still closed, but birth mothers were able to select an adoptive family. Here, she bravely shares her thoughts and feelings about what this experience has been like for her.
I am Sheila and I am a birth mother.
I want you to know that my daughter was conceived in love within a beautiful relationship. I want you to know that allowing my child to be adopted altered my very being forever. I want you to know that I did not want to give her away; I wanted to protect her and love her and give her a beautiful life. My child should have known me and how much I loved and still love her.
I want you to know that as a scared young woman who was given two alternatives…abortion or adoption. No one talked to me about how I might be able to raise my child. I wish I knew then the woman I would become. I am and was strong enough and resourceful enough to raise my child, but no one ever told me that! I wish I had had confidence and self- esteem; I doubted myself and didn’t think I was good enough or smart enough to care for another human being. I had nothing materially, but I had love. I want you to know that if I could turn back time, I would change the day I signed those papers and gave a part of myself away. But, at the same time, I don’t want to diminish the importance of her family and the life she has lived.
I want you to know, through my blinding grief, I picked her parents carefully. I was told of what a gift I was giving to another family. All these years, I have prayed for them and felt like a part of their family from afar. I wish her family would open their hearts to me. I don’t want their thanks, I don’t want them to be grateful to me, I just want them to know me and perhaps pray for me, too. I have this feeling that we may be able to have a pretty decent relationship. I was drawn to them for a reason, and all my prayers brought them to my daughter for a reason. If this all was meant to be for the good of her life and the richness of her family, then so be it. I can cope with my loss, but I want you to know that I pray that door will open. I am not a criminal or a stalker, which is the first thing everyone thinks when a birthmother seeks a connection with her child. We all share something very beautiful, very natural and very strong. I want to celebrate and honor that – together.
I want you to know that I didn’t know the depth of love I would feel for my first child. The day she was born, I held her and talked to her and kissed her and hugged her and never wanted to let her go. After I gave birth, no one told me what it would feel like to be a mother…I felt it later… overwhelming and unconditional love but she was gone and I couldn’t get her back. I want her to know that I love her deeply. While that may be strange to hear from someone she doesn’t know, it is the one absolute truth of my life. That feeling didn’t go away over time, and was not replaced. I have had four children since my first daughter was born and the feeling never diminished – it only grew.
Adoption may be right for some, and I hope it was good for my child. I want you to know it completely altered who I am and the way that I live. My daughter is in my thoughts every moment of the day. I want to feel the touch of her hand. I want to know her likes and dislikes, the similarities we may share and all about her that is unique and individual. I want to know about her childhood, her favorite places, and fondest memories. I want to share something with my child. I want my child to wish these things too. I want her to have all of her questions answered. I don’t want to be an intruder in her life – but to be seen as someone who has a big heart for her – another person to love and be loved.
I want my children and my cousins and friends and aunts and uncles to know that I have another child; my first child. My children deserve to know the truth and to know their sister and to share in friendship and love with her. I can no longer go on denying her…I worked too hard to bring her into this world. What kind of person am I that I deprived them of my first beautiful child?
I want you to know that for the majority of my life, I never knew another birth mom. I thought I was the only one – the very bottom of the barrel – a terrible, awful person. When I finally got the courage to join a birth mother support group, I was surprised by what I found. Our group at Spence-Chapin is a casual and comfortable atmosphere that includes the most beautiful, strong and intelligent group of women. We simply share our experiences and help one another.
I want you to know that we know we are being judged. Not only do we judge and punish ourselves our entire lives, but society judges us as well. There is still a negative perception of our existence, our motives and the “who” that we are. We are very concerned with what society labels us as, how adoptive families perceive us, and what our children believe about us. We want you to know we are not heartless, dirty, thoughtless and selfish. We love our children – we long for our children and we need to be valued, understood and welcomed into the adoption conversation. We are just like you – people with struggles and successes, failures and accomplishments.
I want you to know that I am pretty wonderful today because of all that I have experienced, endured, accomplished and contributed to life – all of it! Everything! My child deserves to know me and I deserve a chance to know her! I know I don’t have the right to call her my child, my daughter, but what other word expresses the closeness, the importance and the bond that she is…?