Janelle’s Adoption Story

As I walked down the long hallway to the adoption agency, my mind juggled the heavy decisions that lay ahead. At 17 years old, I was clueless about what the future held, but I had reached a place of certainty that adoption was the best option for my baby. I flirted...

Is it Possible to Feel Whole and Not Broken?

Dear Birthmother, I placed my son for adoption almost 20 years ago. I was only 17 and did not feel like I was capable of providing for a child. The hardest thing I have EVER done. I died a little on the inside. My heart literally hurt and I felt sadness like I had...

My Birth Son is Rude to Me

Dear Birthmother, My son came back, after 26 years. He has been back in our lives for 3 years. We struggle because we think he is a narcissist. On top of that he has been extremely rude to me. One struggle is what to do when your child comes...

My Birth Mom Was a Strong Woman

Dear Birthmother, Hey there, I’m not a birth mom but I hope you don’t mind my writing. My birth mother gave me up for adoption when she was in her early twenties and out of options. It took her years to deal with losing me, and she never had another daughter. 20 years...

My Birth Mom Did Something That Helped Me and Her

Dear Birth Mom, I just wanted you to know about my story of me being adopted when I was first born. There is no greater love then I have for my birth mother because she did something that helped me and her… ,well, live is the best why to put it. My adoption was open...

I Concealed my Pregnancy for 36 Weeks – Sophie

Dear Birth mom, I was 15 when I became pregnant to someone of whom I was with for a year, I finished the relationship due to my hormones and moods. I concealed my pregnancy and no one had a clue apart from the rumours at school. Deep down I knew what was happening I...

Crystal’s Adoption Story

Hello everyone, my name is Crystal. I’m a mom of 3 & a birth mom of 2. I have struggled with many addictions since I was 13 years old. I was 28 years old and addicted to smoking crack and intravenously using meth when I was faced with my 5th pregnancy. I conceived...

“THE CHALLENGE”

“THE CHALLENGE” A poem about adoption the day our son went home with his Moms. Months of preparation are now a reality. We held him, looked into his eyes, listen to his coos, loved him And now…he is no longer with us. Yesterday was the worst day of...