12/08/2022
This is my story. Our story. January 20,2011 a beautiful baby girl came into this world. A blessing to this world and an amazing gift to a wonderful and amazing couple.
I broke my heart to give her the life she deserved. If you ask if I would do it again, I’ll always say yes. I wouldn’t change this for anything.
Our story is one in a million. It’s an open adoption. I have been told that I’m being selfish for staying in her life. I don’t see it as being selfish. I see it as a way for her to know where she’s from and know she is loved. I don’t try to parent her, that’s her parents job, but I’ll be here in support for her. I’ll be here for her if she needed to talk. I’ll be here for her always.
She was given more in life. She was given a bigger family then most have. My birth child has everyone on her side.
Open adoption usually is based on what the adoptive parents are comfortable with.
They set the lines.
I understood that and her parents loved me as one of their own and said they couldn’t imagine her life without me.
Her parents became like bonus parents to me. They stood by my side and will always stand by my side.
I remember meeting them and finding out the adoptive father use to work at the hospital I worked at in the coffee shop and I would give him free coffee for a news paper, didn’t know a year later I would give him and his wife the most precious gift.
I gave them a daughter and a birth mother.
I could have never asked for better parents for my birth child.
I could go on and on more about this story and I will tell more, but fast forward. I met the love of my life. When my birth child first met him. She loved him right away. Then when it came to a chapter in our lives. He sat down with her and asked her if he could marry me. Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights and said “ yes!” Then asked him “ does that make you my birth dad?” and he replied “ I’ll be whatever you want me to be” my heart melted. He knew how much that meant to me and the fact he stepped up when he didn’t have to made me love him more.
We got married and we had my birth child and her sister (who is the birth child of my cousin, whom I have loved as my own birth child) as our flower girls. My husband always says those are his girls.
This is only the beginning in a new chapter of our story.
