I have posted a few times and have told my story once here, but I thought I would repost it for everyone.
I am a birthmother of 7 1/2 years. I was 23 when my daughter was born in Atlanta. She is biracial and I grew up in a very small southern town. My mother refused to talk to me when she found out I was pregnant. Not only was I unmarried at the time, I was also having a biracial child. I was told, "You cannot bring that child here EVER if you decide to have her." So the birthfather and I discussed our options and he supported me all along the way. I knew I could never have an abortion, I had had one at 19 and it nearly put me in complete depression. That was a choice I could not make, despite the fact that my mother was telling me that was what I should do.
I thought initially that I wanted to parent. I knew I could do it, I am very good with children. I had a good job and great support from other family and friends. In the end, I did decide to complete an adoption plan. I knew the father and I would not be together forever. I did not want him to feel like he had to "hang around" just because he had a child. I also did not want my child to ever feel like she was unloved.
I completed a semi-open adoption. I placed my daughter with a family that had adopted 2 years earlier and had a biological child several years before that. They were the perfect family. They were everything I wanted my daughter to have, if she could not have me. They travel all the time, she knows 4+ languages now, they are able to give her everything she needs. All contact is completed through the agency I used, and I still send pictures and updates about once a year. I do not know her last name or address, but I know the general area in GA where she lives.
I look forward to the day when we meet. I am very anxious to see the young lady she will become. Because of her, I turned my life into something good. I bought a house right after she was born. I went back to college and received a Bachelor's in Business. I met a wonderful man, moved to CA, married him, and as you can see we now have a beautiful daughter of our own. My husband knows about my first child, her pictures are all over our house...next to ones of our daughter now. He has always told me how supportive and proud he is of my decision years ago.
I apologize for this being so long. You deserve a cookie if you made it this far. Feel free to ask me any questions. There is nothing I will not answer.
Thank you for letting me tell my story (again).