
There is one simple and critical fact – the adoptee was there, experienced being “left” by the biological mother and handed over to strangers. It makes no difference if the child was a few minutes or a few days old.
For 40 weeks he shared an experience with a person with whom he likely bonded in utero, a person to whom he is biologically, genetically, historically and psychologically, emotionally and spiritually connected.
~ from The Primal Wound by Nancy Newton Verrier
If the above is true, and my heart tells me that it is so, then how much more intense was the separation for both of my parents who had been with their natural mothers for months.
In the picture of my maternal grandmother holding my mom for the last time, after she had already been left in the Porter-Leath Orphanage – only for temporary care while my grandmother tried to find some way to provide for them both – I see the joy on her face. I see her head craning in the direction of her mother as the nurse holds her so they can make some photos of her for my adoptive grandmother to approve as the little sister she was seeking for her previously adopted son.
I am told my dad’s mother was still breastfeeding him when my Granny took him home with her. What must he have thought the next time he was hungry?
I can understand the need for children to be adopted when they are true orphans without family or being honestly abused. However, poverty should not be the reason women lose their children. In my family, that was always the reason a child ended up adopted.
One reform that has been suggested (and based on comments by adult adoptees in a Facebook group I belong to, seems relevant to their own feelings in maturity) is that there be only a form of guardianship where the child keeps their own name and heritage but has the security of a permanent home.
My parents were forced into false identities with made up names and altered birth certificates and not allowed to discover the truth even after well into their adulthoods, and truly, they died not knowing anything about the families they were born into.
The flaw in that “reform” idea is that it would be too much like foster care, robbing the child of a sense of family. In reality, the only real solution is finding methods of keeping mothers and their children together whenever possible.