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| Me in foster care Nueces County Texas . I don't know who they were |
I will probably never know where exactly my life began, my name or any fun facts about my ancestors. My parents adopted me from the state. I was in a foster home as my birth Mother was admitted into Memorial Hospital in Corpus Christi, or so I have been told, and then left the hospital AMA(against medical advice) never to be heard from again. I make up all sorts of scenarios about what might have happened to her. I so hope she has had a good life.
My earliest memories of my (adoptive) Mom are, 'oh there is that nice lady' . I remember so clearly when she entered a room that gnawing anxious confusion fell away and I felt safe and secure. I guess maybe because she was my Mom!
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| Picture from my foster home but Mom is unsure if this is me |
My parents adopted my little sister a year after and 2 years after that my Mom got pregnant with my little brother. Our bedtime story was a book about how a little boy's parents adopted his little sister.
My parents would look at Robin and I and say "This is how we got you girls. We picked you out" My parents are/were such good honest people.
Fast forward 50 years or so... My 3 children are grown with their own homes and families. I am so proud of all of them.
I have worked very hard to have my own home and other than a few rough patches I feel all in all not to shabby for a kid abandoned not knowing her own name.
I am grateful to my birth Mom for giving me life and while she could not care for me she left me in a safe place. Thank you so much forever and ever.
I am grateful for foster parents making space for me in their home and in their life . Thank you so much forever and ever.
Thank you Mom and Dad. My life could have been so different or maybe not. Maybe it is all as it should be...so it goes. kisses
