“Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” –Lionel Hampton
My mother gave me up for adoption when I was born. She took me from my adoptive parents when I was 6 months old. I never have gotten a clear answer from her or any other family member as to why. She always acted as if she never wanted me. She was a reluctant caregiver who was apathetic for all the years I can remember living under her roof. This is the most cohesive version of events I have gathered from a mixture of explanations.
Readers Digest: Mom went out with a guy a few times. Five months later, she tells Grandma she’s pregnant. Grandma takes Mom over to his house to tell his family. Family says he cannot marry Mom because he’s marrying someone who is also pregnant. Grandma sends Mom to a house for wayward girls. (Keep in mind I was born in the early 60s.) Doctor says Mom’s too far along to have abortion. So Mom stays at the house until I’m born. I’m taken to my adoptive family. At this point Mom has signed two sets of documents for the adoption process. After six months Mom needs to sign the third, and final, set of documents to complete the adoption. She won’t sign. Court hands me back to Mom.
I can give you a laundry list of events in my life that injured/strengthened me and brought me to this place. However, it is not where I focus most of my energy these days. I know in my heart that I would be a shattered soul if it were not for the unconditional love I received in the first six months of my life. I have gratitude in my heart for people I do not remember. I tried finding them several years back; however, states are not used to requests like mine: I lived with a family for 6 months before the Court gave me back to my biological mother. Can you help me find my real parents?
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