I wanted to be the courageous birth mom. I wanted to be the attentive adoptive mom for my son. I wanted to be the always loving mom for my three biological children. I wanted to prove myself worthy for the daughter I placed for adoption…and years later re-adopted into the family. And I wanted to do it all without breaking a sweat.
I have been a birth mother for eight years. There are times when these eight years have felt longer, and sometimes its still hard to believe I’m a birth mom at all.
It was only three weeks from the time we learned we’d been chosen by an expectant mother to the time our son entered the world. When we received the call that our son had arrived, we drove an hour to finally meet the little boy that would make us parents.
Marva and Robin never expected a forever bond to take place between their two families. They never anticipated a lasting friendship to be formed.
I made an adoption plan for my son in 2001. At the time, I was nineteen and had just started a relationship with the birth father, Mike, when I discovered I was pregnant.
I have been inspired by many in this world: Mother Theresa. Nelson Mandela. Harriet Tubman. Oskar Schindler. Their acts of love and courage were recognized and applauded across the globe. Yet there is a hero of mine whose name is neither printed in any publication or shared on news media. She has become one of my greatest inspirations. She is my son’s birth mom.
After many heartbreaking years of infertility, Leigh and Corrie adopted a healthy baby boy. They took him home from the hospital, and they all lived happily ever after.
But wait. There’s more. Because sometimes the happy endings we imagine just aren’t spectacular enough for God.
My fingers frantically typed on my keyboard: “Birth mother support group.” I hit the search button and waited. I placed one hand on my growing belly and hoped I could find someone who could understand.
We have a very special and unique blog for you today. Adrian Collins is our amazing Hope’s Promise Adoption and Pregnancy Blog Editor and has been gracing us with her beautifully written words since 2017.
Each adoption story is unique. No two mimic one another. Some adoptions happen with ease with others involve long periods of waiting and hardships. One thing I know for certain is this—God’s fingerprints are left on every child and every adoption journey.
I think I’m a good person, but I haven’t always made good choices. Getting pregnant wasn’t what I planned. God isn’t surprised. He still loves me and will see me through, just like always.
You did not ask to be brought into this world,
But God knew all about you,
Because God had a plan for you
Paige, a college student, just learned she is pregnant. Terrified, alone and confused, she holds a positive pregnancy test in her hand, wondering what to do next.
I’d always wanted to be a wife and mother. After marrying my husband, Paul, we agreed to start a family and I felt everything I’d hoped for was coming to fruition.
There is a growing stack of books on my nightstand that I intend to read one of these days. Some nights I manage to read a few pages. Most nights I barely skim a paragraph or two before my eyes glaze over and the book gets returned to the stack.
The aroma of delectable cuisine greeted hundreds of guests as they arrived at the BAC Appliance Center in Englewood, Colorado on Thursday evening, April 19, for Hope’s Promise Fourth Annual Food Festival.
I was 24 when I found out I was pregnant. While I was shocked, I wasn’t necessarily surprised. Raised in a Christian home, I attended church and youth group faithfully throughout high school.
First of all, I’m embarrassed that I even have to tell this story. I’m a 46-year-old mother of two, for crying out loud. Way too old to get lost. But standing alone in the forest, watching the sun slip behind the massive outcroppings of boulders, I knew the time for pride had passed. I started to shout.
Anxiously, I waited for the nurse to return with the results. I felt disoriented and alone as I sat waiting in a cramped room of the local pregnancy center. The nurse returned and revealed that the test was positive.
Sophia is a birth mother who placed her son for adoption through Hope’s Promise. She is now a vocal coach who teaches at a music studio. This is her story.
“Take me home. I’m to be given away” was the hand-written sign hanging around a small 3-year-old girl’s neck as she sat in the dirt in front of an outdoor market. She was alone, helpless, and terrified. Without the intervention, her fate was all but written.
After all these years, my dad still calls me his Butterfly. I was given the name as a young child after I’d mastered every lyric to the Sunday School favorite, “If I were a Butterfly,” and knew all the hand motions by heart.
My son who joined our family through adoption celebrates his tenth birthday this February. Looking into his chocolate brown eyes, I’m still in awe of how God touched my heart through adoption.
I have a new admiration and respect for adoptive parents in waiting. Rubbing shoulders with a dozen or more couples at Hope’s Promise Core Training we had the opportunity to hear each other’s stories, and explore expectations, and dreams.
When you decide to adopt a child, you may have many questions. There are lots of answers out there in the cyber-world and we have found that various information and sites are inaccurate or simply out of date.
If you are considering adoption, you probably have questions about the process, where to start, and who to turn to. As you begin, it can feel daunting and can easily become overwhelming if you do not have a knowledgeable resource to guide you through the process. We’re here for you.