A Thought
Growing up, I thought about being adopted. I don't remember how often I thought about it, but when it did cross my mind I thought about it in great detail. You'd think that in twenty six years, I'd have thought of everything. I'm quickly learning that I didn't think of everything. Here's something that has blown my mind over the past few days...
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Holy crap - there could be a picture of me and my mom out there somewhere? It had never occurred to me that anyone except maybe the hospital had a picture of me before I was adopted at four months old. Is there a picture of me hidden away in a jewelery box or an attic? Might I one day be able to see what I looked like when I was born? It's pretty crazy to think about...
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Holy crap - there could be a picture of me and my mom out there somewhere? It had never occurred to me that anyone except maybe the hospital had a picture of me before I was adopted at four months old. Is there a picture of me hidden away in a jewelery box or an attic? Might I one day be able to see what I looked like when I was born? It's pretty crazy to think about...
posted by everyscarisabridge at 8:46 PM
3 Comments:
I wonder if there is a picture like that of you and your mother. And I wonder where she keeps it or them, she might have a few photos?
I see those pictures and wish in my time mothers had been "allowed" pictures with their children. Think it was pretty rare in my era though - many of us didn't even see or hold our babies - let alone have a precious photo. At least I saw my son, but, oh how sweet it would have been to have a photo of us when he was a baby!
Over the years I have known women who fostered babies while they were awaiting adoption. I never knew one of them who didn't love each baby to distraction. And everyone who visited picked up each baby, held the baby, cooed, gave a bottle -- it is very possible that your foster family took photographs of you, and may even have sent a favorite toy, piece of clothing, blanket, or whatever -- have you asked your a-mother if anything like that was passed on to her? Sometimes, depending on the social worker, those kinds of things were given to the adopting couple; sometimes the social worker made an arbitrary decision NOT to pass them along -- but the adoption agency might -- MIGHT!!! -- still have those things, if they exist, tucked away in a file. Or, if there were some way for you to locate the foster family, you might very well find yourself in THEIR photo albums. You have to ask yourself, "What's the worst thing that can happen if I ask?" You might wind up with nothing more than you have now -- or, you might not. Good luck to you!
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