I had a baby at 19, in 1968, who was adopted as I couldn’t take care of him. He went to a lovely family who sent the social worker regular updates and she was allowed to send them on to my mum and me, and we sent birthday cards and letters which the SW forwarded to the new parents so he could access them
if he asked. When he was 40 he made contact by letter. His adoptive mum was a little uncomfortable with us meeting up ( it happens) and he respects her wishes, so we’ve never met or spoken in the phone, but we’ve texted and sent photos to each other for over 10 years now. I’m happy to know he’s happy, and that he doesn’t blame me, and he’s happy to know the full story and that I loved him and still do, and that my family know about him and that he would be welcome here. He’s married with a child now, she’s 7, and doesn’t know about me . One day she will, and I can wait. The relationship we have is enough for us both. It must be awful for those families who are disappointed or who don’t have the contact, or who find out their birth mum has passed away. We both feel blessed we’ve found each other and are happy with the way things are .
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