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
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Hi Julie Ann, Rhonda Dawson here. I don't know why I never knew you had a blog. I know it's been a while since you posted anything, but I would encourage you to start again. You sound like an amazing person, so does you're family. I'm so sorry to read of the tragedies in you life, your families lives. I hope this message finds you and yours well. God Bless!
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