I have an Adoption Tattoo on my arm. I don’t try to hide it. I am proud of it, and I am proud of what it represents.
I am an Adoptee and I am Birth Mother and I will share my story with anyone who asks and will listen.
When people see my tattoo they are always interested to know what it means. As soon as they find out I am adopted it brings on a slew of questions and remarks, always good things. Some such remarks I have heard are “Wow that is amazing. You are so lucky you found a good home. That is such a beautiful story.”
However when those same people that get so excited and happy that I was adopted as a baby find out I am a birth mother everything changes. Those same people will suddenly take a step back, look me up and down, shake their head and walk away. Sometimes they will even say things like “How dare you! How could you do that to your baby?” and storm off.
As long as someone views me as some helpless baby that got “taken in” or “rescued” its sweet and cute even. However as soon as they learn that I gave up a baby for adoption I am suddenly a bad person. I am here to tell you that that is not the case, not even close.
Birth parents are not bad people. We are not heartless. We do care. We do love our children. We did what was best for our children, even if that wasn’t what we wanted to do, we had to put our children first.
I had my son when I was 17. There was no way I could give him the life he deserved. I wanted the best for him. I wanted to give him a better chance at life. I wanted him to have a life that I knew in my heart that I could not give him.
Did I want to keep my son? Did I want to be the one that he calls Mom? Did I want to be the one he cries for when he’s scared, hurt or sick? YES. A million times yes.
Did my heart break into a million pieces every day of my pregnancy knowing how it would end? Did my heart completely destroy itself when I had to walk out of that hospital empty handed while I watched another woman walk away with my son, her son? YES. A million time yes.
I sacrificed my own heart, my own feelings and my own dreams so that my son could have what he deserved. So he could have more than what I could give him.
I am not heartless, I am not mean, I am not a bad person.
I am a birth mother. I put my sons needs before my own.
I sacrificed everything so my son could have a better life.
So next time you find out someone is a birth mother, think before you speak, find out her story.
4 thoughts on “I Am A Birth Mother, That Does Not Make Me A Bad Person”
Such love! You had a tremendous strength and a huge amount of love for your little baby boy! Heartless NO A heart full of love YES! Thank you
Such kind words. Thank you.
Oh Michelle. You are definitely not a bad person. I can’t imagine how hard the decision was for you and how hard it was living with that decision. You are a good person for giving your son more than you could provide him with at that time. The only person you at accountable to is your son. Hugs. xo
Thank you for your kind words.
I don’t so much care what people think about me, it is what they think about Adoption. More people need to understand it and learn about it.
Thank you again for your kind words.