- Posted on September 2, 2011
- in Birthmother Experiences
By Amanda on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 11:49am
I knew I loved my son from the first moment I found out he was growing inside me. Although I knew I was too naive, young and poor to raise him myself, there was never a question he would be brought into this world. I loved his father even though I know we would never see each other again, therefore, the only sensible choice was an open adoption. I loved my son too much to hand him over to people that I had never met. My feeling was and always will be that if I was too scared to look these people in the face, to know, love and bond with them, then how in the world could I, in good conscious, hand my son over to them, to know I would never see my son again?
I know without a second of guilt or remorse that I made the right choice in open adoption. How can there be a negative side? I know my son will not only have one set of family members who love him, but 2, 3, 4.... How can it bad to have more people love you rather than less? Now, when each of us wake up each day to face a new part of our lives, there are no hauntings, unanswered questions to get in the way of our feeling secure who we are so that we may face the rest of our challenges with that knowledge on our side. Now, I feel like I have a second family too, not just my daughter and my husband, but my son and the family chosen to raise him.