My parents were never on a wait list for me. I was the surprise baby. They got a call and decided that yes they would rush and get me before I got sucked into the system.
My birth mother had the last name Dale. She was Irish. She did not want me. She said my birth father was some unnamed Mexican. I have so much respect for her. I have to. She gave me life. She could have aborted me. She could have had an "accidental" fall and killed me. She could have kept me and ruined both of our lives. Who knows, maybe we could have had a great life. That is a different alternative reality. Instead, she let me live in her body for 9 months. (yes she drank and did drugs and I had to detox after I was born) Then she did the hardest thing. At least, I believe it would be the hardest thing. She gave away her baby to strangers. Walked away. Did not even form an afterbirth relationship. I had read somewhere that she did not even look or hold me. But this is not about her. This is about the people who took me in. Who decided that I was going to be their baby. Who dropped everything they were doing and drove like crazy to come get me. (they were a couple of hrs away when they got the call)
My parents adopted all three of us. My older brother was planned. They were chosen to be his parents. My younger brother was one of their foster kids and they could not let him go. These two people opened their hearts and their home to abandoned children. They fostered countless children. I remember some of the kids. My parents are awesome. I always felt extra lucky because I was chosen by my parents. They chose me. They wanted me. They picked me.They were not stuck with me. HEHE. Also, it makes a great excuse when they do something embarrassing then I can say, "at least it is not in my DNA."
Thank you mom and dad for picking us. Thanks for giving us a great family and bring us together. Also, I have 2 great brothers out of this as well.
Adoption, I am all for it.


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