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She walked into the hospital and gave birth to a 3 ½ pound baby girl. She peered down at the tiny sleeping bundle in her arms and ever so gently kissed her little forehead. She knew that this would be the last time she might ever see her little one again. She handed the baby over to the nurse. In doing so, she made the hardest decision of her life, but she knew that she was doing the most loving thing for her little one. |
That was the day my life began, and I will be forever grateful to the woman who I do not know but with whom I have the strongest possible bond. I know that, because of me, there were many disruptions, sacrifices, and hard decisions that she had to face and perhaps face alone. It was all done with only one explanation - she loved me. I wonder how anyone could be more selfless in wanting the best for her child.  Sometimes people ask me if I hate her for giving me up, but how could I hate the person who gave me life. I know she loved me. She proved that love when she let me live by not aborting me and again when she made the decision to part with me. I'm also thankful for the wonderful family and caring friends God has brought into my life - and all of this because of her sacrifice.
I'm also asked, "Do you want to find your birthmother?" I don't know. Part of me, someday, might want to; but the other part of me wants things to remain the same. If the time comes for me to seek her out, God will make it clear to me; but, until that day comes, I want to keep her just as a treasured memory.
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