Oh, hey, Amy. Thanks for the Mother's Day cake ... even though you're a bit late. Not that I'm hurt about it. *blinks away a tear*
Oh, you're not sure who's actually your mother at the moment?
Yeah, I can see how that might be an issue.
I mean, I created you, right?
But now you're living in 1950-something with another woman who loves and wants only the best for you.
So, first of all, let me remind you that I was adopted.
So, there's nothing you could say to me that I wouldn't understand about being with a family who took you in. It's natural to feel different when you compare yourself to other teenagers who live with the mother who created them.
But isn't it amazing to know that the family you live with in 1950-something dreamed for someone just like you to enter their lives? They chose you, Amy.
They chose to love you as their very own flesh and blood. To be there for you no matter what.
To worry and wait up for you when you're late coming home.
To soothe you when you're feeling hurt or fearful.
To take care of all your needs.
And point you in the right direction.
And isn't that what truly matters?
In the United States between the years of 1945 and 1973, up to four million mothers had children placed for adoption. During the same period in Canada, over 400,000 young women, mainly in their teenage years, were influenced to enter maternity homes. These homes were heavily funded by the Canadian government and housed up to 200 women at a time. Most of the babies were put up for adoption.
It goes without saying that current adult adoptees should have the right to information regarding their birth parents. Questions linger and fester if not answered. Medical and genetic history should be easily attained.