The Adoption Option ó One Motherís Story
BY LEASA OF MINNESOTA
It was the beginning of my junior year in high school.
I was excited, looking forward to another year of diving, gymnastics and
track. But this excitement quickly came to an end when I realizedI was
When the pregnancy was confirmed, my mind went racing.
It isnít enough to just say that I was scared ó I was terrified! The idea
of having an abortion was never a consideration for me. I could not live
with the realization that I was responsible for taking the life of my child
ó a death because of my actions.
My first instincts told me that I needed to raise
my child on my own. I knew I could love and care for a child, but when
I stopped thinking about myself, and thought about what was best for my
child, I knew adoption was the right decision. I was 16 at the time.
The adoption procedure I opted for is not your ordinary
plan. I chose to do an independent open adoption. Through this process
I was able to select from among the prospective adoptive parents. I had
the opportunity to establish a personal relationship with them as well
as to develop a lasting friendship. The more I got to know them, the more
excited I was about placing my baby with this couple. They had so much
love and security to offer my child. They were there with me in the hospital
when my son was born. Their video camcorder ran non-stop.
I will always treasure the three days I spent in
the hospital with my son.
HANDING HIM OVER TO HIS NEW PARENTS WAS BY NO MEANS
EASY, BUT I KNEW IN MY HEART THAT THIS WAS THE RIGHT DECISION FOR BOTH
Many tears were shed throughout the nine months
and during the hospital stay. But they were not all tears of sadness. I
miss my son very much. I think about him every day and a smile comes to
my face. I thank the Lord that He led me to two such special people to
be adoptive parents for my child.
It has been several years since my son was born.
He now has an adoptive sister. I keep in contact with the family through
letters and pictures. I canít begin to explain the feelings of pride and
contentment that I experience when I see the smile
on his face.
Relinquishing my son was the hardest decision I will
ever have to make, but Iím more confident than ever that it was the right
one. While in the hospital I received a card that read, ďSome people come
into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same.Ē
This is so true!