Since the time I was a tiny baby, my parents shared with me that I was adopted. They brought me home as a three-week old infant and rejoiced in the child they had been longing for. My mother read me books about adoption, hung a precious framed print (words below) about adoption in my nursery and shared with friends and family how God blessed them with such a wonderful answer to prayer.
Because all adoptions were closed at the time I was born, identifying information about my birthparents was kept sealed until I turned 18 and could legally search for them. In high school my mom showed me a paper with the only information they knew which included medical history and generic information about my birthparents’ physical appearance. This intrigued me more, especially when I discovered that I was born just a couple of hours from our home!
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