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Forget? No.
I don't think a mother ever forgets her baby--even if she never got the chance to hold it or even see it. As far as the date goes, (unlike these days) years ago you were so drugged before, during and after the birth that you may not remember exactly when it occured--and if you were in a "home", they didn't want you to remember any of it--you were not even told whether you had a boy or girl. So you can't forget what you didn't know.
Repress? yes, to actually dwell on what had happened would be torture--so you put it into the back recesses of your mind and try not to think about it. Thoughts of your child pop up at certain times of the year; or when you see someone who could resemble your child and is about the right age; and at different times such as the start of school, prom, graduation and weddings. You wonder and worry about your child at these times, and you pray that they were adopted into a family who loves them and gives them all the things that you couldn't. You love that little baby that you never saw and couldn't keep. You pray that they are healthy and happy and living a good life. Your prayers are all you can give them at that time.
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Oh, to meet you once again! To pick up the thread that I left dangling so long ago, to weave it into my life, to finally emerge whole. Oh, the peace and wonder of it.
(by Lee Campbell)
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