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 Hilda L.What can I say? What words could I use that would adequately express my appreciation for the experience of adopting a son to mother? None! There are no words to adequately express the depth of gratitude to the birth mother, gratitude to the agency who worked to ensure the process, and no words to say how it has changed my life. Nothing compares with being a mother. Nothing is loved as much as my son, and adoption made it all possible. As a single, older adoption applicant, I had been turned away, sometimes kindly, sometimes not so kindly, when it was suggested that I should look to foreign adoption, older or higher risk children. However, I wanted that newborn infant experience. There just seemed little hope for that idea. And in fact, one month before I met my son’s birth mother, I filed the international papers and sent the check. Happily though, while that was processing, a birth mother, wisely I think, decided that a single, older woman could be the best parent for her child - after all she was a single parent herself - struggling to work full time, complete her college degree, and raising her child.The first time I met the attorney, she was business-like and to the point. It was clear to me that this organization meant business, but most of all they gave me hope, telling me it would probably happen, but they could not say when. And, it did happen. From that point on, I trusted the agency. I followed their advice, and while it took several months and I almost gave up, together we persevered. Once I was chosen, the process went smoothly and I continue to be thankful for the young woman who gave me something no amount of money could buy - the experiences of being a mom. My son is bright, beautiful and healthy! What else could a parent want in a son? Yes, it is a challenge and, yes, sometimes I feel overwhelmed at the responsibility, but mostly I treasure the opportunity, the possibilities, the time I have with him. The birthmother, the agency and my son have filled my life with more love than I could ever deserve, no matter if I lived to be a million years old! Words are inadequate. Hilda L. Previous page: Debbie and Lou |