Jack - my biological father - with my girls
MY STORY
The year was 1972, a young woman was pregnant.
She was single and 18 years old.
She had a very important decision to make.
Should she keep the baby, get an abortion or give her baby up for adoption?
Because of her love for that child growing inside of her, she decided to give her baby girl up for adoption.
She wanted to give her a chance to have more than an 18 year old could offer.
The fetus growing inside of that young woman’s body was me...and I am the person I am today because of the decision she made.
I feel that adoption IS a natural event, a beginning of a new life for two or three people.
I have always known that I was adopted and I have always liked the fact that my parents picked me out instead of being surprised at what they got.
I had always wondered who my biological parents were, what they looked like and what characteristics of their’s I had inherited.
On the weekend of the 4th of July in 1994 I met my biological father, his parents and my biological mothers parents...and in January 1996 I met my biological mother and her family... and I now feel that I have all of the pieces to the puzzle of my life.
I have been blessed with two wonderful parents who are and always will be Mom and Dad to me.
I am privileged though to have two sets of parents who have molded me into who I am today.
The first gave me life The second taught me to live it. The first gave me a need for love. And the second has been there to give it.