adoption the only choice

39 years ago my life was richly blessed. My mom and dad choose to adopt me. My mom could not carry a child of her own full term. Back then premature babies normally did not survive, and my parents lost a son that was born 3mths premature. Life had its way and they adopted my sister Angie. She was five years old when they adopted me. Unfortunately when she was 13 she was hit by a car and our family spent years in turmoil. I was only 8 at the time, and I knew what death was, but I just did not come to terms with it all. Even today her death has it's effects on my life...I am a little OCD when it comes to my kids....I need to know where they are at all the time, and it drives them and my husband crazy.

I was adopted when I was only a few days old. There were so many things wrong with me when I was born, so my family took a big risk, financially, adopting me. God has his way and took care of me and all of my medical problems went away on their own, or they are still hiding. When I was 21 years old my parents wanted me to meet Susan the woman that gave birth to me...I really did not like the idea at all, but I went ahead. Meeting her was very strange...she looked like me and her daughter looked like me, but in most ways we were totally different. As of this day I still tell my daddy I have to be biologically his too!! (though we don't look alike, we are so much alike it is crazy!-he would never admit it though) But meeting Susan and her family was a blessing. I love her like you love an aunt or a cousin, or a friend, but my parents are my parents! Blood does not make you a mother or a father time and love does. My parents are the people that stayed up with me all night when I was sick, or sad. The ones that rubbed my head and eyes when I had a miagraine, or rubbed my feet and legs after working a double shift of work while in college. Don't get me wrong I am very thankful for the decisions Susan made and I don't have any hard feelings for her at all...I do love and care about her. I just know that their are parents out there that have adopted children that are so afraid those kids might someday reach out and find their bio families, but know that you are their families. My mother will always be my mother and nothing and no one will ever change that. My parents are a gift to me as much or more than I am to them. If you are an adopted child or a parent with adopted children.....I would love to help if I can. God bless all of you.~Julie

Me and my family

This is the first so I don't know how it will turn out. To tell you a little about myself, I am 39 (ouch that hurts) I live in KY and have been married to the same wonderful man for 5 years. We have been together for a total of eight years and my life has been richly blessed because of him. I have two beautiful children one is a freshman in highschool...she is beautiful, smart, funny, and at times a little stubborn. She plays soccer and loves it. My son is 9 and he is a PISTOL.... You never know what to expect from one day to the next out of him. He is so cute and funny.....he has a major obsession with video games, joining the military, and guns. He knows more about guns than most adults. He loves to hang out with my dad and well the two of them are like peas in a pod.

My husband and I met at church after going through two very ugly divorces.....for months I kept my phone off the hook, because until he came into my life I was truely a bum magnet. It seems the worse they treated me the longer I kept them around. The night I plugged my phone in I prayed long and hard that who ever I dated could not drink, smoke, do drugs. It would not be about money or looks, but that I would look with God's eyes....this man would work like me (which is a lot) and love me and my children more than words could say. I would no longer settle..this was my package deal and if they did not fit well....NEXT. The night he called was the first night I had plugged it back in...up until this point losers were coming out of the woodwork like cockroaches. It seems until him, that is what was always attracted to me...like I had a flashing light on my head. Well, I ran him off on the first phone call!! I told him I did not want a man or need one. Me and my children would be just fine. Weeks went by and he did not call. (Like anyone would expect him to!) One weekend while my children were gone to their dads I called him....and since that day we have been inseparable. We go to church together, work together, clean house together, and fish together.....He has turned me into an OCD fisherwoman (is that a word?) But all in all, he is such a blessing to my entire family. He is the most honest man I know, and he is always helping someone, he does not drink, smoke, NOTHING.....He is very involved in our church, and loves my children as if they were his own. Things in our life together are always interesting.......