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Only Love

Not every child who is adopted was unwanted. I believe there is only love in adoption. Even if the birth mother can’t say it or see it, there is only love. Even if she can’t understand it, giving the child a life is only love. 

When I was eighteen years old, I got pregnant. The first time I had sex. I wasn’t planning on having sex. I was planning on having dinner with a guy who said he wanted to have dinner. I found myself in a situation I didn’t really know how to get myself out of. I was naive. I guess I thought that if I just gave in, got it over with, I could go home and forget the whole thing.

Dream a Little Dream

Amanda_before_flip.pngMy journey as a mother started when I was 14 years old. I went to bed one night with not a care in the world, little did I know a dream would change my life forever.

My foster mother woke me up one morning before she went to work, and the first words out of my mouth were "I need a pregnancy test." Luckily she had one on hand. When I got the results, my heart stopped. I thought my life was over, but little did I know, it was just beginning.

The Secret Inside Me

secret_gallery_family.jpgI grew up in a Christian home outside Portland, Oregon. As a child and teenager I talked the talk, but deep down I desired to live like the rest of the world. As soon as I turned 18 I rebelled.

Thinking I was invincible, I got involved with drinking, drugs and fooling around with boys. Eventually my poor choices caught up with me, and I became pregnant at 20. But instead of accepting the consequences of my immature behavior and making better decisions, I sunk further into my selfishness and hid my pregnancy from everyone around me.

The Potter and Clay

clay_gallery_bible.jpgWhen Clay was 29 years old, his parents received a letter from a woman claiming to be his biological mother. She said her name was Priscilla. And she had been searching for him for seven years.

Throughout his life, Clay had struggled with his identity as an “adopted” son. Reconnecting with Priscilla turned out to be more life-changing than either of them could have imagined. Clay discovered that he was the center of one of the greatest acts of determination and heroism he’d ever heard of, and Priscilla re-opened the deepest wound of her childhood. But in the process, both began a healing process that could have only come from dragging a lifelong secret into the light...

Someone Pinch Me

adoptionstory_ashley.jpgMeet Ashley, our dear friend and founder of Blessings in a Basket. Ashley describes life as a birth mom. 

Recently I had the great opportunity to participate in a community adoption event. As I took a step back to watch and listen to all the amazing people around me, brought together to celebrate and to bring awareness, I found myself getting emotional. I was so overwhelmed by this giant family that I was now a part of all because of a decision that I made many years ago.

Looking back over the past 8 years it always comes at such a shock to me - this is my life.

One family’s adoption story

bravelove-family_photo.jpegWe were a sweet little family of three. Our daughter, Jessica was our heart and we felt so blessed to have such a happy family. Our home was filled with laughter, joy and unconditional love.

Although we were a very happy and close family, we felt like a very, very special person was missing. We tried for several years to have another child but it just was not meant to happen. It soon became clear that God had another plan for us. Adoption was the answer we were looking for and we knew with all our hearts it was a beautiful way to build a family.

Our journey began on a clear October morning when my husband, daughter and myself sat down and started working on the paperwork for our adoption. The minute we began the process we felt something very special. We knew with each step of the journey we were closer to the little soul that was missing.

Hearts Wide Open

An adoptive mom talks about her son’s open adoption…

Meet Carey and discover how open adoption has impacted her family’s life in a positive way.

We have an open adoption, and we have the most open relationship with our son’s birth parents that I’m familiar with. It was actually the only specific request we had while we were praying for our adoption. That we would be able to find a couple that wanted to be as open as we did. God was there and more than answered our prayers.

I can tell you our adoption was out of the ordinary, definitely not the norm, but the best way to describe it is just to recount what took place.

The Heart Has Its Ways

Meet Patty. Read her story and learn how adoption has impacted her life. A grandmother speaks about adoption…

My attitudes toward adoption started many years ago, over fifty, actually. Rosanne and I were like sisters. We attended the same high school, and were in each other’s weddings. In those days of hush-hush adoptions, her mother, my aunt, never spoke of how she came into our family, but I didn’t care. As a child I can remember thinking how wonderful adoption must be because without it we wouldn’t have had Rosanne. Even though we live far apart, to this day she remains an important part of my life.

I remember like it was yesterday how adoption really became personal to me. Our twins, Gina and Margaret, were surprises, born when I was well into my thirties. They have always been close, as only identical twins can be, and we laugh about how we couldn’t tell them apart as babies. Ours was a loving home, but with fairly strict rules of behavior, curfews, and no single dates until the girls’ senior year.

Jan's Story

It was a winter afternoon during Christmas break that I discovered I was pregnant. Mom and I had been Christmas shopping together but immediately when we split to do our own thing, I dashed to buy a pregnancy test.

Although I was fairly confident that I was pregnant, the positive pregnancy test staring at me in the JC Penney bathroom that afternoon took me by surprise. I was 22 years old and a sophomore in college when I got pregnant with my son. He was born August 29th, 1991 at 5:10 p.m., and I placed my son into the arms of a loving family two days later.

I dated Danny, my son’s father for a year but our relationship had come to an end shortly before I discovered that I was pregnant. He was already dating another girl and chose to stay with her. I dropped out of school, moved to California and found support among friends there. And although I had their support, those remaining months were excruciatingly lonely and very painful for me. I longed to hear from my son’s father. I yearned to have him experience this pregnancy with me. And although my mom had come to stay with me during my last month of pregnancy and be there for the delivery, my heart ached for Danny.

A Mother's Love - Part 2

Have you read Part 1? If not, start here first.

...but that is not the end of the story.

From that experience I decided to begin looking for my biological mother, though with no luck because I had a closed adoption. It felt like my dream would never come true. On May 6, 2009 I decided to do a simple white pages search in the phone book. All I had was her maiden last name. I knew she was born in Delaware and so I hoped she still might have some relatives in the state. There are approximately 63 listings in the phone book with her last name. I picked up the phone and dialed the first number. An elderly man answered and I asked him if Donna was there. He said “No.” So then I asked him if he might be related to a Donna Smith, and he replied, “Yes I am… that is my daughter.” My heart began to race and I got chills all over my body. I told him that she might be my birth mother. He was quiet for a few moments. He then informed me that yes, his daughter did place a baby for adoption a number of years ago. By this time I was crying. I had miraculously found her, and I ended up calling my grandparents’ house, the place where she grew up. It was only one hour away from where I lived. When my grandmother got home, she called me back and said that she just got off the phone with my biological mom, and she wanted to meet me. That she had been praying for this for a really long time. She told me that every year on my birthday she would think about me.