Written by a mother who knows. She says of the above poem – I wrote this yesterday and thought there might be some other first/natural/birth/mothers of relinquishment moms who feel the same.
I am coming up on 22 years since my first relinquishment (I placed twice, nineteen months apart, with the same couple, who are now divorced) and the things I would change, if I could go back with all I now know about the billion dollar industry of adoption and how it uses and spits out so many mothers and adoptees, just keeps piling up and adding on with the more I learn about what I participated in, twice, all those years ago.
Another woman with the same experience writes – I feel this so SOOO hard. I’ve been struggling with being stuck with this regret for years now. My son is 20. I’ve never spent time in regrets before this one because we wouldn’t be who we are without the experiences we’ve had and choices we’ve made. And right now, I love my life – and I can literally trace the steps and KNOW that if I had parented, I would definitely not be here. But it doesn’t matter. I would give anything to change it. To not be that woman who was scared and unsupported, who didn’t know everything I should have known about adoptee trauma, and who believed there was another mother out there who was better for my own son than I was.
Missing Mom 