I’m going to blog about this in chapters – so as not to bore anyone! lol But perhaps, it will be interesting to some, and hopefully, helpful to a few as well 🙂
I was born in Scranton, PA. I don’t know or remember when I was told I was adopted – it’s just something I always “knew”. I think that is the best way – I don’t remember any shocking story about anything. My parents made it into a beautiful story, that always made me feel special. It was always just a part of “me”.
My parents applied to St. Joseph’s in Scranton to adopt a baby. They applied in August. I was born in September. They had the usual background and home checks and waited. Suprisingly, they didn’t have to wait very long. They secretly wished for a girl, but of course would have been thrilled just to have a baby – son or daughter.
On December 21, Mom was downtown shopping – she had taken the bus, and Dad was at my grandparents house. And, they got “the call”. – Come and get your new baby – TOMORROW!
Dad ran to the busstop, and waited for Mom. When she got off the bus, he told her their news. It was snowing. It always played in my mind that it must have been such a special moment.
Mom was lucky – she had four sisters – and three of them had children – so they knew just what to do. They put together a baby shower in record time, so they’d have what they needed to welcome their new baby.
The day I was adopted, they brought Mom and Dad into the Chapel at St. Joe’s. The manger was set up, and they wanted to give my parents their baby in front of the manger. It was December 22nd.
They told my parents, that they had chosen a baby girl for them – me 🙂 And, I was handed to them in front of the manger. They named me “Mary Christine” – partly because my grandmother’s name was Mary, and mostly because it was Christmas.
We always celebrate my “second birthday” on December 22nd – How cool is that?
Forever grateful to my parents. They have given me a wonderful life. Great family, childhood memories – the works!
Tomorrow – I will tell you about “the search” – how it came to be, what happened, and how it all has played out. I do want to say, that I was never an adoptee who had that “burning” desire to seek out, or felt that “part of me was missing”. I just wanted to know who I looked like, what my medical history was, and whatever else happened – happened. My parents will always be my parents. My birthparents are my birthparents. Your true parents are the people who raised you, and took care of you your whole life.
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