adoption announcement

Many, many congratulations 🙂

Pia

Congratulations! This will indeed be a special Christmas for you.

Tammy,
Good for you! Although I am a stranger I wanted to say hi, because I was adopted. I am now in my late 30s and just had Mom and Dad come and spend a wonderful week with me here on STX. I have always considered myself blessed that I was fortunate enough to be chosen by such wonderful people to be their son.
This is the best gift you and your son could ever have. It was for me.
Happy Holidays,
Dan

Congratulation and a Merry Christmas.
Iris

you can give a child.

Tammy, as we say in the Trojan Family, a big FIGHT ON to you and your family.

WOW! What a Christmas miracle - I am so proud for you! Now we need a picture - a family picture would be nice!

Congrats again - may you be blessed during 2007 more than you ever dreamed possible!

Becky R

Thank you all so much. I will post a picture as soon as I figure out how. Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you all.
Tammy

The son I gave up for adoption would be 43 now. Altough the adoption records in England are now open I would have to be there to do a search. I wonder about him, hope he turned out well and that he now has children and maybe even grandchildren. I may never know and maybe that's fine and good and the way it was meant to be but there of course is that basic background "ache" of sorts, knowing that you have a child out there somewhere about whom you kow nothing.

The majority of those who give up their child for adoption do so with a most heavy and wrenched heart but there is often no alternative. You do what is primarily best for the child.

dougtami, bless you! Children are always curious and particularly when they get to be typically rebellious teenagers and, even knowing they were adopted, go through this whole stance of, "Well, you really hate me so where's my REAL mother and father!" A big ouch!

You have a long way to go before you ever get to that stage. May you have a most Merry Christmas and a bountifully Happy New Year and hopefully you'll BOTH get used to diaper-changing and late-night feedings! Cheers, dears!

I was adopted at birth. I was born in new Jersey to what I have been told was a 16 year old girl. I don't know the laws now but at the time bio mom had 3 months to change her mind. Thus I stayed in the hospital for 3 months until I was "cleared" for Mom and Dad to come get me. My folks have always told me I was adopted and
I always thought it was cool. When I was 4 years old Mom gave birth to my sister. That was the first glimpse I had at understanding that I grew up in another woman's stomach. Well, while I was at the hospital for those 3 months the nurses called me Clarance. (I'm glad that name didn't stick.) As I was raised and became more curious of my adoption I used to refer to bio mom as Clarance. Clarance was a common topic for Mom and Dad and I. I have never attempted to find Clarance. I definitely have lived a charmed life and dint feel like there is anything missing to seek out. Although, I do think of Clarance often. Always on my birth day 'cause I think she too may be thinking of me. I am occasionally curious more so now as I am getting older of my genetic makeup for medical concerns. I wouldn't mind meeting Clarance. I would like to look into her eyes. Id like to thank her. I think its a fun detail of my life that holds the potential for a wonderful experience. Clarance is loved by me for doing what she knew she had to do. I admire that. I am humbled by it. I have always said that the best thing that has ever happened to me happened right in the beginning.
I should say to that I was a vary rebellious teen. I got into a lot of trouble. Tom Sawyer kinda trouble. I never did throw my adoption in my folks face. I was tempted to a few times. Its that ace in the hole if ya really wanted shock value. It was the BIG GUNS. I once wrote I wish I wasn't adopted on a letter I wrote when I was pissed. Mom found it and I felt like a real ass. She cried. I was about 10 or 11. I never forgot it. I hope she has. I doubt it but she knows better.
well, there are some old thoughts I haven't had in awhile. Thanks for your attention as I flow on concerning a few thoughts on the subject.
PS I have met people in the streets and they say you must be (dads name)'s son. Nature /Nurture? I am my folks son.
Dan

Growing up is hard to do, Once in a rare while I go on the internet to try to find the son I put up for adoption when I was 17 years old. No doubt he has children and grandchildren by now and is happy - I hope.

Not having any luck finding him, maybe one day he might find me but it's a long shot to say the least. and that's what life is all about and these feelings all come about during Christmas time.

Children are naturally inquisitive and my major point has always been education, education, education. Children are naturally inquisitive about the world in which they live. They're born to ABSORB and then too often their absorption rate is stymied, particularly here where "cute baby" segues into typically recalcitrant two year old and the young mother gets frustrated and gets into the slapping routine.

Alll right, I'll stop for now. Happy Boxing Day (or Christmas Second Day) to all!