As Father’s Day is quickly approaching, I am left with a pain in my heart that cannot be comforted.
It‘s not because I have indigestion or some other heart disease.
It’s because I am a birth father and I do not see my son whom I placed up for adoption when I was only eighteen years old.
For most birth fathers, there is a social stigma surrounding us. We aren’t looked at with sympathetic eyes or compassionate thoughts. In fact, most of the thoughts involve “us keeping it in our pants”.
So, when Fathers day rolls around, I find myself thinking about the “what if’s,” the maybe’s and the I wish it had been different. Continue reading →
As a birth mom I have my own story and it is unique.
I think that sometimes it is easy to romanticize the ideal adoption scenario; a young girl gets pregnant and loves the baby so much that she decides to give it a better home and life than she can offer.
But there is much more to my story than that typical, idealized notion.
Frankly, I think if all birth moms were really being honest with you, they would say the same thing.
I grew up in a stiflingly Christian home, church and private school. As a child and teenager I talked the talk, but deep down inside, I desired to break free and live how the rest of the world lived. Continue reading →