[do_you_miss_me]

Dear Mom,

I just had another Birthday, and I couldn't help but to wonder if you or my father was thinking about me. This world is small. Have I ever passed you on the street? Do I know someone who knows you? I always assumed after I turned 18, we would magically find each other. I know now you have a new life. You might be married and have kids. You might even be a soccer mom, with a mini-van. You left me with very loving parents, I wouldn't have ask for a better pair. I know you did the right thing for us. There's no telling who we would be if you did keep me. Giving me to my parents was a very noble act. I admire you for that. I love you, always will. I hope wherever you are that you are happy. But please know not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
3-15-79 Albuquerque New Mexico

[rock]

Hi,
I'm sory to bother you but I have to try. I couldn't help but to notice that you were from Albuquerque, and you were born in 79. I have an older sister that was born in Albuquerque in the middle 70's that I've been looking for for about a week now. My mom told me about her while she was in the hospital and was in critical condition. I guess she thought that it would be here death bead. So she dropped the news. I couldn't believe it. I don't have much information about her. Just a birthday, place of birth and our mom and dad's name. I realy don't even know where else to look. I live in San Diego. I'm in the military and can't realy go to Albuquerque any time soon, but ever since I foud out about her I can't get her off my mind. Any advice would be great. Thanks for your time and good luck.

Rock

[do_you_miss_me]

Are you still looking?

[MyCatharsis]

To someones daughter,
Your letter made me cry. Today is my son's 20th birthday. I have posted on these forums since he turned 18 and it was legal for him to search. I can tell you that as a mother who put her son up for adoption, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of him. For 20 years, I cannot do anything on this day of his birth because I sit home and suffer crying jags, stuck in my mind back at that day. For 18 years, I thought magically we would be united as well. I know from reading that many BMoms are just like me.
We grieve and we remember and we pray for the day of uniting. Every thanksgiving I would scan the people in the parade looking to see if I could spot a boy who looked like me. Chances are your BMom is the same. Just don't give up hope.
Today, March 21, 2006, I remain, sad in Schaumburg..