I was adopted at 3 days old in 1947 when there was a lot that went in to adopting a child. My parents are unbelievable and at 62 yrs old, everyone I meet says I look like my Mother. There are also 2 other children in the family and we had a PERFECT childhood.

The reason for this blog is to say that life happens to everyone – I got pregnant while in college and gave a child up for adoption. I knew then and I still believe that it was the right decision.

I am now 62 years old and am all alone, but I know that the best decisions were made all the way around. If my birth-daughter has had a tenth of the love I have had from my parents and I know she has, life is worth living.

Have I spent my whole life wondering??? Yes! But my parents gave me the option to find out – I didn’t take it.

If my child showed up on my doorste-p, she would be welcomed with open arms. She needs to know that in 1967, “good girls” went to “homes”, Florence Crittenden… but it doesn’t meen that the birth- Mothers didn’t care.

Whoever you are, My birthmother or my adopted daughter, know that you are loved and so was I.

Nancy