Birth Parents, Domestic Adoption, Open Adoption

Meeting My Birth Parents

Contributed by Samantha, 19 years old, who was adopted through AFTH in 1989 and wanted to share her story.

Ever since I understood the term “adoption” and what it means, I have  wanted to meet my birth parents. When I was younger, my dream was just that of a naïve child. I did not understand the complexity of feelings. I heard from my birth parents twice when I was eight and I constantly dreamt about meeting them.

There was a period in time when I received no letters and sunk into a state of depression. I did receive help and my adoptive mother hired a social worker to help locate my biological parents. After about a year, I got a call saying that she had found my birth father’s family. I was extremely excited; I was going to meet my birth father! Do I look like him? Are our  personalities similar? What was he like at my age? These questions flooded my head, but new-found information stopped these thoughts. My birth father had passed away about five years earlier, and I did not know what to think. I was sad, but excited to meet my biological uncle and my four younger cousins (one of whom was adopted from Romania).

I was nervous on the drive over to their house, which is less than an hour away. I knocked on the door, my hand shaking and my thoughts racing a mile a minute. My uncle opened the door and greeted me with a hug, followed  by a hug from his wife. My adoptive parents came with me and we all had a great time. I met my biological  grandparents, who told me many stories about my birth father. We shared pictures and experiences. I then spoke with their adopted daughter and we exchanged stories about what it is like to be adopted. I cherished the time I had with my biological family and I look forward to seeing them again. I want to take this time to thank my social worker for all her hard work, and maybe one day, I will meet my birth mother.

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