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I feel for everyone although I am the opposite, I remember the exact day, hour and minute my son was born - maybe because I knew my parents/boyfriend would not "let" me "keep" him. 11:34 p.m. July 19, 1980. I can still hear his first sounds. I am fortunate that he has made some effort to contact me - 27 years later, I promised since I was so weak early on that I wouldn't intrude on his life - but we'll see how it goes from here. It is so sad to read all the posts, both bmoms and adoptees, and I hope I now can have the strength that everyone "thought" I had back then. In reunion, I am just realizing what many of you have already experienced. I feel your pain and I realize now, whether you remember or forget the details, we all have a lot to overcome. It is all of you that helps me face each day. God bless.
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