Least Favorite Things

Even if you are no Julie Andrews, you can give this a try. These are a few of my things that suck. Sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things."

Hostile adopters when we reunited,
Smug social workers and love bombs ignited,
Force and coercion and brainwashing too,
These are the things that they might do to you.

Women in crisis are such easy pickin's,
Just like a tragedy written by Dickens.
No diapers to change and no lullabyes to sing,
These are a few of the suckiest things.

(Chorus)When you learn that you are pregnant ,
And you seek their aid,
They tell you adoption's your only good option,
And you shouldn't feel afraid.

Surrender papers, adoption attorneys,
PAPs walking next to maternity gurneys,
Grabbing that baby while still on its string,
These are a few of the suckiest things.

Just one small picture, then promises broken,
Possessive adopters don't care what's been spoken,
Your contact will melt like a snowman in spring,
Aren't these all just the suckiest things?

(Chorus)And reunions, often awkward, tell the story true,
That adoption has warped that unbreakable bond,
And the one that is hurt...is you.

So go on, believe them and buy the whole story,
Bask in the love and the heroine's glory,
It will be all over when the birthing bell rings,
That's why adoption's the suckiest thing.

(Repeat chorus)

With apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein and all the mothers out there who bought the line and drank the Kool Aid.

Morality, an Issue in Flux?

Sometimes I think all this hostility directed towards the single, never-wed mother, especially the ones of us who were trapped by the adoption industry, goes a lot deeper than the insecurities of adopters and the greed of the industry. There is that patriarchal, Puritanical, right-wing, judgmentalism that parades around as "sexual morality." That judgmentalism also always blames the women, even when it is an adolescent child who was abused by an older, male sexual predator or a rape victim.


In Adoption, where is the morality in causing a lifetime of pain and grief for a young woman and a load of rejection, emotional responsibility for the welfare of adults, and identity confusion for a child? The so-called "moral majority" and "Christian Conservatives" in this country are so obsessed with who does what in bed with who that one wonders why there IS that obsession? They say that men think about sex an average of 17,000 times a day and men still run the show. The church has been totally patriarchal since Paul got hold of it and women have always been feared for our "power" of bringing forth life.

Let a woman show a bit of sexual autonomy or dare to reproduce without the "proper credentials" (marriage, savings account, career, McMansion, two cars, past the 30th birthday) and the predators are on her like white on rice. Let her be married to a man who is less than affluent and have more than 2 children and here comes the CPS, in the guise of white knights, to relieve them of their adoptable little assets. It is, therefore, concluded that being poor is immoral.

The open adoption proponents are about ready to realize that this particular tossed crumb didn't fix things because too many moms are rebelling against the constant torture of seeing their child calling another woman, "Mom" and having to dance to the adopters' tunes. So, the "sinner" is still on the outside, being punished for her lapse in "morality." If anything, "open" adoption has proven just how corrupt the industry and those who are out to have what they want at any cost can be.

We all are learning that the law of the land and how things go in a court of law is not based on what is ethical, right or just, anymore. It's based on what is "legal" and how that legality can be attained through what loopholes and machinations. It's how the courts and the law are acting against Stephanie Bennett, the mother in Ohio, who was abused, impregnated and threatened by an older man, betrayed by a school counselor and taken in by an adoption agency whose license is on the line, already, for a number of offenses.

By all that is moral, ethical, just and right, the people who have her little girl should be at her doorstep, hats in hand, to place that toddler in her real mother's arms. But they are manipulating the law, issues of jurisdiction, and the old "child's best interests" ploys to the hilt and at the advice of the agency, A Child's Waiting Adoption Services. Poor Stephanie and her family are middle American, blue-collar, normal folk like most of us and they are up against a sophisticated system that can turn the, seemingly, elastic concept of morality, against her.

For most of us raised in this segment of society, justice has always been for what was right...not for what was legally attainable. And I was taught that it was immoral to bring pain to others for your own gain or for any other reason. But I guess that morality, sexuality and how it is allowed or disallowed or turned, twisted and contorted is up to the Magi of the legal loopholes and the bottom line. It is confusing, I am sure, to many of our young people to see this as they mature...to see that it is immoral to do such-and-such in one situation, but moral to do the same in another? And we wonder about the narcissism and self-involvement of younger generations?

We, as a culture and as a nation, are what our leaders, in governments, churches and businesses, are making us and it doesn't look good. The Ugly American is getting uglier. Morality seems to be reduced to whatever fits the current need and to hell with any pain caused along the way. Spiritual values are bent to fit the bell curve of society's latest bent and we can call ourselves lost if we let it continue.

It would be nice if we found our way back to the true morality of what is just, kind and compassionate and if we started by bringing Evelyn Bennett back to her mother and her grandparents. If that were to happen, then I would stop worrying so much about what is happening to our national morality, or, well, at least that would be a step in the right direction.

Right now, our national morality seems to me to be so much silly putty.

From The Ridiculous To The Sublime

Well, we finally have a topper for the concept introduced by wannabe adopters of being "paper pregnant." There is now a tee-shirt that is just too specious for words, proclaiming that adoption is the "new pregnant." To say I am offended would be an understatement. I presume that home studies are the "new sex/conception?"

http://www.celebrity-babies.com/2008/04/adoption.html

They can take our babies, but they can't take the experience of conception, gestation and childbirth, so they decide to re-define something so elemental and natural that it shouldn't be messed with, at all, to fit the fantasy world of "as if born to."

The smugly smiling model wearing this abomination of a message tee shirt can grin all she likes. I still don't see a baby bump. I don't see that glow and the hand on the protruding belly as the baby moves inside. I don't see Dad and older sibs with their ears and hands on Mom's pregnant belly, joining in the natural family experience. I don't see a damn thing about any of it that is real. I sang and talked to my babies while I carried them inside me. Do the pre-adopters sing a tee shirt lullabye?

It seems the more adamant people get about adopting being some kind of God-given right of the infertile, the farther away from reality they get. The fantasy is becoming the new reality if one must make some kind of statement along those lines. I think that pro-adoptionists, facilitators, eugenicists and PAPs stay awake at night trying to think up ways to take from us what they never will be able to have....the experience of being pregnant and giving birth.

Here's another idea for a tee for the fantasy-prone. How about "Invading the Privacy of Labor and Delivery is the new Childbirth," or "Hangovers From Celebrating Nabbing a B****mother is the New Morning Sickness?" These make just about as much sense and are as unreal as the tee that inspired this post.

What scares me is that people with this other-worldly train of thought and immersion in fantasy are passing home studies and raising the children of unsuspecting women who were duped into surrender. Should these people be raising children if they cannot accept the reality of what adoption truly is? Adoption is paper parenthood and a legalized lie. To try to make it anything else is "the new alchemy." They still cannot turn lead into gold.

It seems, though, that self-delusion has become socially acceptable.

Of Riders, Amendments and Other Sneaky Things

As adopted people across North America fight for the right to their original birth certificates, we see the usual arsenal being brought out in an attempt to shoot these ADULTS down. It is a simple fact that an adopted person's civil rights are being abridged by the unavailability of these simple, legal records. Of course, the first salvo of the closed records warriors is "barfmuggle privacy." WE are the villains of the piece.

Yeah, right. Let's look at it as it really is. On one side, you have a few, unnamed mothers who just happen to be available to the anti-open records attorneys and who will call the reappearance of their adult child in their lives their "worst nightmare." On the other side, we have mothers, thousands and thousands of them, whose fondest wish is to see their child again. These are the brave ones, because, believe me, reunion isn't for the faint of heart. Never the less, maternal instinct outweighs adoption rhetoric by a huge margin. That shoots down THAT particular nonsensical, illogical argument.

As that fails and once they see that the bill to open records might have greater support that they figured, they start adding things...veto options, riders that require a bureaucratic intermediary, enough forms and jumping through hoops to form a circus, and anything else they can sneak in there that might rock the boat. One such thing was the idea that they could violate the HIPAA laws by requiring mothers to present personal medical and counseling information to the adoptee. Sorry, Children, but that is something I will do on my own as I see fit. My raised children don't know everything about my records and I intend to keep it that way. That put us mothers in the uncomfortable position of having to oppose the bill that carried this specious little rider and made us look very anti-adoptee when we are anything BUT.

Here's an idea. Why don't we give these original birth certificates to both the adopted person AND the mother (who was still the legal parent at the time these documents were filed) and let us take care of the rest? It's about time that we moms were treated like the mature women we are, rather than the vulnerable teens that were grist for the adoption mills, and our children are treated like adults with civil rights rather than eternal children and the possessions of the purchasers. Left alone, we can manage to exchange information and create a relationshiop (oops...that's what the facilitators and adopters fear the most) quite well.

Oh, and maybe the bureaucrats could correct one little flaw on the OBC's of quite a few of our children. You see, even though many of us named the fathers with little hesitation, just because we didn't have that male creature's last name and a ring on the third finger of our left hand, the almighty social worker put "father unknown" in that slot on the document. Not cool...not cool at all. MOST of us DID know who the fathers of our children are and had no problem identifying them. It seems that our word had very little value. How better to make us look like irresponsible sluts than to say that we didn't even know who fathered our child?

The social work hierarchy of that era, the government toadies and a lot of doctors, attorneys and even members of the clergy have a lot to answer to for what happened. A good start would be to give us and our children those OBC's. It's really not a lot to ask for unless a lot of people have a lot to hide...hmmmmmmm?

One Trick Ponies

The circus is full of them. And, as Paul Simon observed, they turn their tricks with pride. The only thing about that is that it limits us as an organized entity out to right the wrongs of the adoption industry. There are so many things that we need to speak out against and Yes, I most certainly do include the BSE.

But there is also this problem of certain adoptionist organizations such as the Evan B. Donaldson Institute and the NCFA who do slanted "studies" and then presume to be the voice of the mothers of adoption loss. As another blogger put it, and quite well, CUT IT OUT! We are mature women who are capable of speaking for ourselves. The last thing we need is facilitators and adopters speaking for us. We can take care of ourselves now...we aren't those malleable, vulnerable teens anymore. We have acquired serious ovarian fortitude.

We are also a diverse group of women with many different talents and perspectives and we don't walk in lock-step to what one person or one group of people says our focus should be. No one person, even if the person is a (self-published) author, can speak for all of us as "THE Voice of Mothers" and shouldn't even try. PHD's and Masters' Degrees, authorship and working at a university and all that other good stuff is no more a requirement for leadership than who has the biggest guns. We are all articulate, intelligent women who have a shared experience and some of us see that experience very differently from others.

I, for instance, do not believe, for a minute, that I was "duped." I was forced, I was coerced, I was subjected to constant threats, warning, urgings and criticisms of my ability to parent my own children, but I was not "duped." THAT came later, post-BSE. It was what was done to me and my sisters from that era that enabled that heinous industry to grow, ripen and become fat on the coveting of their customers and led them to use psychology, advertising science and every other trick in the book to dupe our younger sisters into thinking that adoption was the best thing since paper napkins.

Not only do we hold, within our ranks, a multitude of talent, we also cannot all be lumped together under one banner. Those that are trying to do that are making a big mistake and a mighty entity is going to go down because of it. Hey, even those who have "achieved" can make mistakes. Were I the type to pray in public, my prayer would be, "Sock a little humility to us all, God/dess. because we sure need it....some more than others."

Who are the truly humble? Those are the ones who can say "I'm sorry," without following it up with a "but," and without feeling diminished that they might be able to learn something from someone else. That's the difference between humility and humiliation.

We also have the "childless aunties" among us. These are mothers who have not achieved reunion, but who know exactly how one should be conducted and chastise the ones who have had their reunions crash and burn. Wow, aren't we the compassionate ones?

Well, there is my personal critique. I have received a lot of such criticism, myself. I took what I needed and left the rest. But I will truly be lost if I continue to think I can't make mistakes and I don't have anything to learn from anyone else (well, except adopters and facilitators....ya gotta have some pride).

Swapping Insults

In discussing the passing of our sister, Dian Wellfare, on another blog, some of the commenters were talking about how, at a certain forum that seems to be insult central, Di could give as good as she got. I was happy to know that because, Lord knows, when you don't like adoption, you tend to catch nasty little bits of Hell from some people who would otherwise be nice and polite. I've received a few of my own and have found that considering the source is a pretty good way to go.

But I don't like it when an important, logical and reasonable argument for a cause and for justice goes unheard for the zingers being exchanged. Everyone seems to think they are Don Rickles. The insults range from clever to cruel, but they all seem to accomplish the same thing. No, they don't particularly hurt the feeling of or reduce the self-esteem of the one being insulted. Most are mature enough to rise above that kind of thing. That juvenile activity just takes valuable time away from what could be a reasonable debate between adults and reduce it to something that is so middle school. It reminds me of the cliques in school with the hot-shots that would strut and preen while putting down the girl with the good grades or the boy who was too poor to afford the designer labels. It's bullying. It's immature and it really doesn't make that much of an impact on someone who has a few, good, working marble rolling around in their cranium.

In the case of the outcome of my high school days, the girl with the good grades was married, young, to the hunk with the big bucks, plus has her career and two children that she had while in college (smart enough not to wait too long). And the boy who was laughed at for wearing K-Mart jeans and bringing his lunch, is now a SC state supreme court judge.

For all the nastiness hurled at Di, she will be remembered long after the memories of the mudslingers have faded into oblivion. Her accomplishments are over and above those of any of her detractors, her voice was strong and her message was pure. Me..hey, I am just happy that I will be remembered by my children, grandchildren and those precious little great-grands and that my hubby thinks I am hot. Funny, but when you have that going for you, all the put-downs and sneers just don't seem to make a very big difference in the all-over picture.

Yeah, I rag on about adoption, I hate it, it is wrong and it had caused a lot of pain for a lot of good people. But my life is happy and having a cause for which to fight has only added to that happiness. Some days, we just have to stop and smell the roses and refuse to step in the shit. You have to look at the ground in order to see both. That reminds me. My Mother-in-law's coral beauty roses are blooming. Time to grab the camera.

Our Ovine Society

Ovine-pertaining to sheep.

The world needs leaders and good followers, but we don't need to follow like sheep, especially when the "leaders" are poseurs. I was thinking about this when I read about the fact that Dr. Phil McGraw, a person I have always thought of as less than qualified to be the guru he pretends to be, is falling out of favor. I also notice that we don't hear as much from "Dr." Laura as we used to. We tend to be a day late and a dollar short in recognizing that we put way too much credibility in these media icons. I'd love to know who died and made Oprah Winfrey the savior of us all? Even Rush Limbaugh's audience is noticeably smaller. It is so good to see people questioning the influence of these people.

We have real heroes all around us. One such hero, Dian Wellfare, just left us way too soon. But I still stand among a group of women who can claim the title, who hold fast to their cause and their beliefs and I see heroes with graying hair and grandchildren...women who refuse to compromise or seek out ego gratification in lieu of progress and justice. These are women who don't suffer wedgies in their buttcracks due to sitting on that fence between mothers of adoption loss and those who think they should be cozying up to adopters and facilitators in the name of "education. These are mothers and some adoptees who have seen the truth and stand by that truth and don't "soften" the message just because some are cowards or seek popularity.

We have an opportunity, in the upcoming election, to move towards a government that will be, at the very least, somewhat more open to hearing our stories, stories that are the truth about what has been done to a generation of women in the name of social progress and problem solving....the truth about how women predate on other women and call it a good thing....the truth about how petty bureaucrats play God with the very fabric of the God/dess-given natural family.

There are those that would call themselves "leaders" when the strength to really speak the true word is not in them. Unfortunately, some of these so-called "leaders" have found their way into the natural family preservation movement, and, with the help of their woolly, ovine followers, are doing all they can to dilute and distort an important message.

We don't have to be sheep. We hold the shears. We have votes...votes in our political system and votes in our organizations. Let's keep the sheep out in the yard. They are great to help keep the grass down. Let's have real people start making decisions about where we are headed. Leaders, and lieutenants, sages and seers...we have what it takes so all it takes, now, is the doing.

A Day Of Mourning

Dian Wellfare 1950 - 2008

http://www.babyscoopera.com/

Di was a couragous warrior for the rights of mothers. She was the founder of Origins, Inc., NSW and a friend to many of us. She will be sorely missed. Her obituary can be read at the link, above. I'd like to ask all of my readers and friends, especially those of us from the BSE who have profited so much from her advice and leadership, to take a moment today to remember Di.

The best thing we can do to memorialize this champion of us all is to keep the word going out..that mothers and their children should not be separated for the benefit of an arrogant industry and self-entitled adopters....that the women of the BSE are owed an apology, redress and recognition....that something evil is being done under the umbrella of "building a family" and our nation and the world needs to wake up to that fact and start asking the right questions.

See ya, Di. Hold a seat for us.

Evil-More than a Concept

To do evil a human being must first of all believe that what he's doing is
good... Ideology - that is what gives devildoing its long-sought justification
and gives the evildoer the necessary steadfastness and determination. That is
the social theory which helps to make his acts seem good instead of bad in his
own and others' eyes, so that he won't hear reproaches and curses but will
receive praise and honors.

-Alexandr Solzhenitsyn

We could post for hours on the many evils done in the name of the greater good, or in the name of God or the name of Christ, but this kind of evil that Solzhenitsyn describes is carried on in all levels of our society and invades our most sacred institution...the family. Adoption was first seen, by self-proclaimed "experts" as a solution to a two-fold problem; the "sin/crime/social problem" of unwed pregnancies and the longing of the infertile for a baby. It was win-win....it was done to "protect" the reputation of the mother-to-be and to provide married, financially solvent (read "superior") couples with a child they could "call their own." This was a misguided concept, but, especially in the BSE when married couples were portrayed as sleeping in twin beds, one that caught on.

What they didn't take into account what the fact that evil, in the guise of "morality" already existed in the equation. Declaring a child born to a single mother to be "illegitimate" and the mother to be psychologically disturbed/sinful for having sex prior to marriage was, in and of itself, an evil of arrogance, judgmentalism, patriarchal, misogynistic and dichotomous thinking.

The best description of evil I have ever heard was on a Canadian board, posted by a mom who referred to things said during the Nuremberg trials. "Evil is the total lack of empathy." Those with true caring hearts, empathy, sympathy, compassion, would definitely look at what the cost is to the mother and her child of separating them, legally dissolving their most primal relationship and attempting to force a child into a family mold that they just don't fit. In the industry which seeks to profit from a tragedy and in the self-entitled adopter who tries to fool themselves into thinking they are doing no harm, we see true evil.

I think of the story of Solomon in the Bible, which is one of my favorite pieces of scripture to refute the fundies who proclaim that God advocates adoption. Solomon recognized the good in the true mother and the evil in the woman who coveted the living child. That's why he made his decision to return the babe to his mother. Somewhere, among the "good people" of our society, evil has made a niche for itself in adoption. Solomon's lesson has gone by the wayside.

Now, before the indignant adopters and good adoptees get on their high horses, let me say that I am not talking about the children that must be removed from parents who are abusive or neglectful. These children need care...not adopting. They need to be with someone who cares more for them than whether or not they are called "mom and dad." Rather, I am talking about the millions of women who did nothing more wrong that dare to be fertile without a wedding band on their finger or a man's name attached to theirs. I am talking about subtle coercion, designed to make a mother-to-be feel unfit, see her baby as a "burden" and her surrender of her own flesh and blood as "heroic." They are the victims of true evil.

I am talking about billboards that offer adoption as an "alternative" to abortion without ever mentioning the alternative of keeping and raising one's offspring. I am talking about huge, powerful adoption-industry/adoption-attorney lobbies that keep fueling their pet legislators to introduce bills to keep the laws as restrictive as possible for the natural mother in the event that she comes out of the dream and into her own good senses and wants her child (Florida is among the worst in this area). I am talking about wannabe adopters that troll the Internet and even follow pregnant, young women around in public places, desperate to get a healthy infant so that they can play "let's pretend." I am talking about counseling for grief-stricken mothers that consists of some social worker telling her to "move on" and "get over it." This is true EVIL.

And isn't there something a little bit narcissistic and non-empathic about a person thinking that, just because they can't have a child of their own, they DESERVE one? Isn't self-entitlement a form of evil?

And let me close with a quote from a friend who said this in a sermon at a little Methodist Church in South Carolina. "I have seen more of the Devil's work done in the name of God than I care to think about." Word, Brother.

Our Covetous Society

"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor's."

(The Holy Bible, King James Version, Exodus-Chapter 20)

cov·et
/ˈkʌvɪt/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[kuhv-it]

–verb (used with object)
1.to desire wrongfully, inordinately, or without due regard for the rights of others: to covet another's property.
2.to wish for, esp. eagerly: He won the prize they all coveted.

–verb (used without object)
3.to have an inordinate or wrongful desire.
[Origin: 1175–1225; ME coveiten meaning "culpability"]

forms
cov·et·a·ble, adjective
cov·et·er, noun
cov·et·ing·ly, adverb
—Synonyms 1. See "Envy"
—Antonyms 1. renounce

Thanks to another mother/friend for the idea for this post. We moms are good at detecting those who covet....especially those who covet the child of another person. I am quite sure that all the self-justifying by adopters has effectively diminished their feeling of being covetous, but covetous they are.

I have seen remarks posted such as this one on a board that shall remain nameless (but NOT blameless). "I saw that KID with that baby! She couldn't have been more than 16 and there she was with that baby. That baby should have been mine! She had no business, at her age, keeping that baby when there are people like me, older, married with more money, that NEED a baby!"

Now, if that wasn't a covetous statement, then the Bible needs to be re-written to include, "exception to the commandment on coveting..thou shalt covet thy neighbor's child....God says, go ahead, knock thyself out."

I was young when I gave birth to my raised children. I didn't delay childbearing because I had already felt the pain of empty arms and wanted to fill them again. As a younger mother, I had healthy children from fresh ova, had the energy and stamina to chase down toddlers and deal with the roughest parts of motherhood and I had more years ahead of me to see my children grow and develop and form their own lives. Yeah, sometimes things were rough, financially, but we always managed. WHY do we hate the idea of young women giving birth when that is what nature intends? That "biological clock" thing is REAL.

So, the prevailing wisdom has twisted the concept into a scenario that it is OK to go for the big bucks and the 5-bedroom McMansion and the big 401K first, priority numero uno, and then take a baby from a fertile, YOUNG woman as a God-given RIGHT? Something is rotten in Big Brother-ville. Somewhere along the line, the industry of adoption has blinded this nation to the most sacred bond that exists in Nature...that of mother and child...and used the idea of a "better" society to include eugenics, ie., children being raised by the "right kind of people."

If this trend continues, the natural family is an endangered entity. Read "1984." Read Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale." Look back at Hitlers vision of a super-race, pure and powerful as he saw those concepts. People, this is happening! It is happening in the churches through the auspices of the "so-called" Moral Majority, the $1.6-billion a year adoption industry, the political far right and the fear mongers that scare us with the perceived threat of extra-marital sexual activity.

That whole concept is patriarchal in concept, as it is. Those commandments do not say, anywhere, that "thou shalt not have sex while unmarried." It does condemn adultery, but that has to do with married folks kicking over the traces. That unwed sex concept, instilled by a misogynistic St. Paul and the patriarchs of Judaism and the early church have more to do with the assurance of paternity of one's offspring rather than any moral complaint. Property was handed down from father to oldest son. No man wanted his property to go to the son of another man. They took this to extremes in the dark and middle ages with chastity belts, confirmation of blood on the sheets after a wedding night, and theological discussions among clerics of that era as to whether or not women even possessed souls. Women were, for thousands of years, chattel..possessions, with no rights of our own.

Childhood didn't last as long, back in those days, either. Once a girl began to have her cycle, she was ready for marriage. Only modern society keeps our children as helpless, child-like dependents right into their 20's. Then, of course, you have all the "studies" done by pro-adoptionists that brand young mothers as more likely to abuse and neglect...a questionable conclusion at best...and Voila! It's perfectly OK to covet and commandeer the child of the unmarried, young woman. Being covetous allows for a lot of twists and turns to get to justification of the coveting.

The industry banks on that coveting. It is their bread and butter. They cater to that obsessive desire for the offspring of another by painting the coveters as saints and rescuers. The mother is the "Good"mother for surrendering and then she is just another young slut that didn't deserve to raise her own child.

Sunday was my oldest child's 46th birthday. I sat and remembered her birth. I remember having to threaten the nurses in order to get her brought to me on a regular basis until I left the hospital. I remember taking off all her little clothes and checking every square inch of her. I remember the love that surged through me. I remember being in awe of how something so perfect and beautiful could come from me. I remember her sleeping with her head on my chest and my heartbeat being her lullabye. I remember us staring into each other's eyes when I fed her a bottle. I remember saying goodbye....something that should never have happened but for the covetous nature of a wife and husband out there that were unable to naturally produce their own offspring and a system that wanted to "kill two birds with one stone," ie., punish/cure me for having the temerity to have sex and get pregnant while single and to fulfill the covetous dreams of the infertile.

The bitch of it all is that it is still happening...maybe not in the Holocaust-like numbers of my era, but it still goes on. I can hope that other countries follow Russia's lead and start keeping their babies inside their geographical boundaries so that these kids can grow up in their own culture. I want everyone concerned to do all in their power to make it really hard for those who would be so arrogant as to covet the child of another and erroneously believe they have the right to do so. I want the "Ugly American" to look askance at our arrogant assumption that it is preferable to grow up in our society rather than in one's own culture. It isn't right, according to those commandments and it sure isn't natural and in tune with creation.

The Graying of the Mothers

I've had a dear, close friend tell me she is backing away from adoption activism. Here's another strong voice for the BSE that is silenced by the fact that, as we get older, our health is not as good and we get so tired.....tired of the BS, the infighting, the egregious machinations of the industry and its proponents. It's harsh in the land of natural family preservation. There is either the faction that wants to silence us or the others that think we need to march in lock-step or the others that think their way is the better way and kick us to the curb. There are the trouble-makers, the bitchers and the harassers and they come in all ages, there.

Those of us, who are fed up with it all, are withdrawing, more and more, into the comfort of our families and friends. We are losing hope of any significant change happening within our lifetime and are tired of putting ourselves out there as targets for the rabid pro-adoption faction, the industry, the eugenicists and the ignorant. We're just plain tired, period and I have the gray hair to prove it.

There are younger, more energetic voices that are working towards change, but they have a blind spot when it comes to the importance of the phenomenon of the BSE. Millions of us old, tired moms with the last part of our lives looking us smack in the kisser are being relegated to "well that's too bad...next?" status. One organization, in which I still hold a membership and have supported with my dues and my small donations, has, essentially, taken the BSE and blended it into the whole of adoption, mixing to try to dilute the unique characteristics of an era that is, sorry kids, vitally important if you want to change adoption. I feel betrayed because they are the group with the name recognition and it is NOTHING like it was meant to be, now.

We BSE moms, on the other hand, are finding ourselves having to pay more attention to our health, our blood pressure, hearts, and all other bodily needs that can be affected by stress. I have been criticized for not publishing the adverse and argumentative (and even hateful) comments, saying that makes me ineffective in what I am posting, here. What people don't understand is that this is how I can keep my voice in this issue alive and, by hitting that "reject" button, I do my health a biiiiig favor. The pissing contests and trying to reason with the unreasonable are activities that have taken the starch out of me on too many occasions. I don't want to be as sick as I was last year, ever again.

I want to enjoy what is left of my life. I have heard the same comment from many other BSE moms. We've paid our dues and the only thing that we want now is recognition and justice. Aside from the positive impetus this would have for change, we just downright DESERVE some redress. But, we are not in the mainstream of those who want to "educate" adopters and facilitators...who just giggle to themselves and keep on picking our brains to see what kind of crumbs they can throw to us while they proceed on with the program of separating mothers and babies.

At least, here, I have a forum and there are plenty of readers who have contacted me and let me know that something I wrote helped them. That's all I need. I don't have to conform to the questionable standards of this person or that and I sure don't need to run my blood pressure up, just to get on an unending merry-go-round with a critic.

To my friend, Honey, I don't fault you, one bit, in your decision to take care of you, first. I've been there, done that, and will continue to do so. I'll just keep writing here and wondering about how the fishing is in WV. There is no need for either of us to die for the cause. Besides, the myth of adoption has already left a dead spot in our hearts. I think that's enough suffering for one lifetime..don't you?

(*For those who don't want to back-track and don't know what the BSE is; The Baby Scoop Era is a time period between the end of WWII and Roe v Wade, when a huge number, millions, of babies were taken from, usually single, young mothers and placed by adoption facilitators in secret, closed adoptions. The numbers are unprecedented and there has not been such a mass insult to single mothers since then. It still happens, but not in the numbers and not with the punitive pressure of an entire society behind it.)

Woe Is "Hateful" Me

One of those comments that I consign to the circular file made me laugh before I hit the "reject" button. It was one of those that went, "blah, blah, blah Hateful, blah blah blah dumpster babies, blah blah shame on you." I am quite sure that this adoption-besotted person who took umbrage thinks that she/he was very original and got me told in spades. Laughing out loud here, but I think they only know one song, and that one, they sing off-tune. I will make another small effort at educating the uneducable. Why do I bother?

You want to see hateful? Go to some group sites I won't name here and see what a wannabe adopter posts when a mother wakes up to her love and caring for her own child and decides to keep and raise that child. You would think that, rather than exercising her rights as that baby's TRUE and legal mother, that she had murdered Mother Teresa. The hate and the self-entitlement ooze out in flows like lava from the Hawaiian volcanoes and just about as red-hot.

You want to feel like the object of hate? Have your adult child find you and want to have a relationship with you. It's not just insecurity or fear....it's downright hostility and our children get put in the middle of it all, so it's usually we moms that back off rather than have our children go through such a tug of war.

You want to know about shame? How about being treated, even by members of one's own family, like you are the Whore of Babylon? How about being called a promiscuous slut and being seen like that by the social workers that are supposed to be helping you, even though you only had one partner or, for some of us, were raped?

Don't lay your hateful shit or your shame on me. If you try, you're going to just see them bounce off and lay there. I shrugged both of those things off a long time ago, and if telling the truth is hateful to you, then I feel very, very sorry for you. As for those dumpster babies, you are talking about a very small minority. How would you like it if I constantly referred to the adopters who have molested, abused and even killed the children they adopted? They have been in the news, now, haven't they?

Boy, I do love that "reject" button.

And Abraham Adopted Isaac????

There is another advertisement on the web that uses God and Christianity to support a church-based baby-selling business. They even have a price list that puts the highest cost on Caucasian infants and the lowest on minority babies. The church-based agencies are the worst, using the onus of the "sin of fornication" and "unwed motherhood" to self-righteously rope in mothers-to-be and the parents of young women who loved, not wisely, but too well. Nothing like shame, blame, sin and fear of hellfire and what one's fellow church members might think to reel in the mother-to-be and her family.

Combine this with the intolerance that these fundamentalists have against the right to choose not to carry a pregnancy to term, and you have got a cash cow right there, all dressed up in the interpretation of Biblical text, usually taken out of context and twisted to mean anything but what it should mean. These self-righteous minions of eugenics are usually the ones who have the "Crisis Pregnancy Centers" in just about every community. Walk through one of those doors and you will play Hell keeping your baby.

I have read the Bible, several times, and don't see a single argument for adoption in there. I see a lot of "begats" and lineages and women who were barren being blessed by God and becoming pregnant. We've already debunked the Moses and Solomon stories in a previous post, so why is it that these people can put aside the importance of natural family as it is portrayed in their own holy Book and engage in separating mothers from their babies with such vigor?

The only alternative they offer to abortion is adoption. What about the third option? What about keeping and raising as an alternative? That's where the nasty part of Christianity raises its awful head...the judging and condemnation and intolerance. Who decides who is fit to be a mother? If God is all-powerful, then there had to be a reason that he gives a certain woman, a certain family a new little member. Does God, who is all-knowing, really mess up and put babies in the "wrong tummies?" Eugenics consists of making sure that future generations are raised by the "right kind of people" in order to achieve some kind of Utopia. The LDS is notorious in that area. That doesn't sound like Christianity to me...it sounds like Fascism. It sounds arrogant and unloving. It sounds like patriarchal dogmatism and dichotomous thinking to the nth degree. It sounds like someone wants us women back in the kitchen and the bedroom and the maternity prisons, barefoot and heads down. And women are helping to further this crap!

Jesus would have been appalled.

Writing For Change

They tell us, on the activism groups, if you write letters to newspapers, other media, congress-people, senators, etc., that, even if your letter is not acknowledged or printed, SOMEONE still reads it. I would guess that, out of every 7 letters I send to newspapers or online media, 1 or 2 are published. I hit the big time with USA Today, yesterday. Many others that I have sent have not been published but someone had to read them to reject them.

USA Today had a wonderful editorial about how the movie "Juno" stopped short of telling the entire story. It was written by Jean Strauss, entitled "In 'Juno' Adoption Pain Is Left On The Cutting Room Floor" and can be read at this link: http://blogs.usatoday.com/oped/2008/03/post.html

I agreed to the fact that "Juno" is misleading and makes a mockery out of what is many women's greatest tragedy. Plus the NCFA is taking that specious bit of unrealistic cinema and running with it. I wrote about my own feelings and agreed with Strauss and it was printed, both in yesterday's USA Today newspaper where it was the lead letter and online! Yay for our side! http://blogs.usatoday.com/oped/2008/03/juno-out-of-tou.html#more

There are guides that can be found online about how to write letters to the editor. The papers and online publications usually give you their own guidelines, but I have found that, if you are passionate, eloquent and determined to make your point, you have a good chance of seeing your letter put out there for others to read and ponder. The industry had PR people that keep their spiel running and their misleading messages about heroism and good beemommies spinning away to reel in our younger sisters. We have ourselves, our keyboards and our passion. Our voices, votes and opinions COUNT. And it's easier than voting for your favorite on "Dancing With The Stars." (C'mon Kristy!)

To get to the more ridiculous letters that have been written in recent days...have any of you seen the McDonald's commercial where the different dishes that Mickey Dee's offers are sitting around a conference table, talking, and the parfait insinuates that the fries were adopted? Well, that has the adopters and their loyal adoptees up in arms. My reunited daughter and I have had a ball with it. She is my little French Fry and I am her "Spudmother" and we both agree that her father is kinda oily.

For all of those who told us to "lighten up" over "Juno" because it is just a movie and a comedy at that, may I say to those who get worked up over those poor fries, Hey, it's just a commercial. LIGHTEN UP. There. How do you like it?

My point is that if they can treat the tragedy of having to surrender a child to adoption in a comic manner, then the (un)holy institution of adoption can get the same treatment. The idea that adoptive situations have been treated unfairly is a total figment of someone's insecure imagination. THEY are the heroic ones, the saints, the (yuck) "forever families" and we are the brood mares that got kicked to the curb.

Only we didn't go down the drain and disappear the way they wanted us to and that has scared them all. GOOD. Now lets keep up the pressure. Write your letters. You don't have to be Emily Bronte or Stephen King...just write what you would say. Use a dictionary, spell-check, grammar-check and a thesaurus if you think you need help. Don't worry about dangling participles or ending a sentence with a preposition...that's not important. But write, write, write. Because, whether or not you are published, whether or not the recipient replies, you are reaching someone. Hopefully, somewhere, a young woman who is unexpectedly pregnant might read and reconsider contacting that adoption agency.

I know so many of you who have a powerful story to tell. Reach out and tell that story.

One More Time With The Religious Angle

Now, the religious pundits, in order to further adoption, are referring to all of us as "adopted" by God. Explain to me how, if God created us, he then was forced to adopt us? That makes no sense, Brother Evangelical and Sister Proselytizer.

The talk about religion has brought me back to the stories I was taught from the Bible when I was growing up. I know that Moses, though claimed by the Egyptian Princess who found him floating in the bull rushes, was raised by his own mother who was hired to be his wet nurse and nanny, and returned to his own roots and heritage as an adult. I know that the first surrogate mother, Hagar, was turned out into the dessert with her son when God granted Sarah a child.

But the story that pro-adoptionists use that irks me the most is the story of Solomon and the two women. These women were eking out a life by prostituting themselves and both had given birth. One woman's baby died and she switched babies, during the night and laid claim to the healthy, living child. The true mother took her complaint before King Solomon who came up with the idea to "cleave the infant in two and give one part to each woman." Of course, the true mother was willing to renounce her claim to save her child's life.

This is what the adoptionists use to promulgate the "mother-heroine" falsehood on the women in a vulnerable position.What the adoptionists don't go on to say is that Solomon, in his great, God-given wisdom, decreed that the true mother had proven herself and should have the infant, whole and healthy, for herself. He didn't go into an adoption scenario but recognized that the true mother and her baby belonged together.

Now, someone tell me how can and dare the religious leaders of the present day use the Bible to justify adoption? Oh....The scene at the crucifixion where He says, "Mother, behold your son?" John WAS her son...Jesus' half brother and son of Joseph. Some biblical scholars refute this, but there is good evidence that John was, indeed, Mary's true son.

You can "proof text" using scripture until you go blind and you will still not be able to prove, to my satisfaction, that God likes adoption. God doesn't put babies into the wrong tummies and all those "begats" in the Old Testament, right down to including the lineage of Jesus' family is pure proof, if you want to use it that way, that the natural family and heritage is very important to the Supreme Being. Every time I see adopters and facilitators using the Christian religion to further their cause, I think of the protagonists in Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale." God/Dess Help Us All, if it should ever come to that.

I have found the more rabid religious to be also more prone to thinking eugenically. They have their own idea of Utopia and it includes children being raised by the "right kind" of people. You just have to investigate the Mormon Empire to see that threat being raised. The LDS are among the worst when it comes to adoption, even to including a "sealing ceremony" that, supposedly, binds the child to the adopters and negates every connection with natural kin. THAT is scary. And Catholic Charities is doing the "distancing dance" for its part in the eugenics of the BSE. What goes around, comes around.

We have a very important battle on our hands...the fight for the survival of the natural family. If certain people, Newt Gingrich, for instance, had their way, we would have to be licensed to have babies. And Ronald Reagan stated that every unmarried woman who had a second child should have that child taken from her. Don't think that rigid, dogmatic thinking, encouraged by the Christian Coalition among others, isn't affecting this nation's reproductive freedoms. The battle is just beginning and using the Bible to push it is stupid and downright dirty pool.

Living Life Forward

Soren Kierkegaard - "Life must be understood backwards; but... it must be lived forward."



Some good women have spent a lot of time and effort in researching what happened to those of us who had children taken for adoption in the BSE. Understanding the past is vital to making any kind of change or knowing how to proceed into the future. We are all the sum total of our past personal experiences as much as from our genetics, races, education and beliefs.



For some of us, living our lives forward has been a struggle. We, for a while there, had to live in denial of our past to even be able to live in the moment. We had to suppress something so intensely personal and primal that many of us lost our way in living our lives and finding our way back has been both painful and emancipating. We have awakened from that sleep, looked back, and realized that we live in a present day where we are neither acknowledged nor understood by many and hated and feared by others.



Our increased self-awareness is threatening to those who profited from our painful losses and those who gained that which we lost...our children. We are either the objects of intense need or entrenched resentment to our adult children. We are caught in the middle of a social construct, a myth of draconian proportions and we are spending our time, in the present day, fighting our way out of that mire that is called adoption.



I wrote that I was looking towards our move to the north, to retirement and to a rest from the pressure and the constant battles for recognition, change and redress. I want to live "forward." But I wonder if I will ever be able to do that, completely, as long as the BSE is ignored, absorbed like the Borg, and never spoken to by those who are in power in our nation. Because there was a BSE, mothers of the recent past and mothers of today are subject to the idea of adoption as a lovely thing, a wonderful "gift" and a "perfect solution," when it is anything but those things. Coercion that is gentle and suggestive "conditioning" today, is built on the harsher and more forceful "counseling" that we of the BSE received as we were punished for our "sin" and "treated" for our "aberrations." And, we are seeing a dangerous trend backwards towards more intense coercion in recent days.



I will go to that place north of here with my husband, and I will enjoy him, our life together and my children and their progeny. I will paint, travel and read and watch the seasons change. But I so hope that, before my time is over, there will be some kind of an official statement that will be our vindication, our final justice and an impetus for real change...not tepid "reform," but change that will really mean something...change that will halt this trend towards the disregard for natural family ties. That kind of change would really be living a life forward, for all of us.

PS: Check out tomorrow's issue of USA Today. They will be printing a letter I wrote about how unfunny "Juno" really is.

It's a Sad, Sad, Sad, Sad World

DH has promised me that this is the last summer I will have to spend in Florida. I am holding him to this promise. With his mother becoming more and more frail, at age 93, and the area in which we live becoming more crowded, ruder, more crime-ridden and over-developed, it is time for us to move on. Add in the fact that Florida is one of the WORST states for natural moms and an "adoption Heaven" for adopters and facilitators and you can see why I want to head for the hills.

Retirement, to me, may well include my retirement from the arena of natural family preservation. Oh, I will always be anti-adoption, but getting out here, stating my feelings and the facts as they present themselves might go by the wayside. The anger and seething venom that is thrown at the natural mother, even by our children and sister "good beemommies," is becoming a boring nuisance. Since I have reached a good relationship with my own reunited children, I am content to let the rest think of me as they will and hit the "reject" button when I don't want to fool with the foolish.

Right now, I feel like that line from the song, "Stuck In The Middle." "Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you." Being disparaged, constantly challenged by those who are ignorant of the true experience of the natural mother and watching the heads around me grow grayer every day with not a lot of progress made towards getting understanding from the general public is becoming tiresome. It makes me feel like the vulnerable young girl who was forced to deny her own motherly instincts and surrender her children, again. At least, now, years later, most of us are learning to understand what actually happened to us. That, in and of itself, is some kind of progress.

I have reached an age where what others think of me isn't that important anymore. I have the love and respect of my husband, children, family and close friends and that is enough for me. If I say something on this blog that frosts somebody's Fritos, then too bad, so sad. I call it like I see it. I have also reached the age when I want to enjoy the last part of my life. I want to spend time with my husband, doing the things we enjoy. I want to be free to visit my children, read my books, paint my pictures, travel and not worry about the rest of the nasty world of adoption. I want to go north, to a place where the developers have yet to ruin the landscape and chase off the wildlife...where there are four real seasons (for now, anyway) and where there is elbow room between me and my neighbors.

I don't want to deal with vindictive adopters and loyal, grateful, controlling adoptees. I don't want to dance around all the different factions in the natural family preservation movement, doing my damndest not to offend (well, there are a couple I don't mind offending, truth be told) and I don't want to constantly have to explain myself to the world of these nasties. It is a very sad world when people cannot understand the idea of the BSE and the grief that we moms carry with us for life.

I see society heading down a dark and dismal road, where the natural family, blood-connected, is disregarded and social engineering is all the rage. I see the picture of eugenics as portrayed in the novel, "The Handmaid's Tale" coming true because we, as a nation, are allowing it. Adopters and adoptees are all around me and they seem to be dividing and multiplying like amoebas. The day when a child, deserted by or having lost their parents, is taken in by extended family with love and without rancor seems to be receding into the past. Self-proclaimed "experts" are telling us that heritage and genetics don't matter, that anyone can be a parent and that giving birth is no biggie. WRONG!

And, every time we empowered moms post to a blog or an open forum, we are attacked and denigrated and every word we say is denied by those who desperately want to keep the mythology alive. It has become a very, very sad world, indeed.

"How Dare" I Say It?

Usually, when I get the irate comments from the pro-adoptionists, I just delete and ignore. It's usually an adopter who doesn't want to hear the truth or an adoptee who is terrified of knowing the truth. This last comment to which I address this post was from someone who was adopted and, is properly "grateful," and wants to know "how dare I say I hate adoption." Now isn't that special?

You know what, Honey? You are not required to be grateful for what any child raised by their natural family takes for granted. It is every child's right to have food, shelter, medical care, nurture and guidance. The people who adopted you did themselves a favor. Adoption isn't about a home for a child, in most instances, but about a child for a home. In this self-serving, self-entitled, greedy world of ours where people think they can play God and mothers are seen as nothing more than disposable vessels, I think I can hate adoption all I like and I have the constitutional right to put it in print if I so choose.

If you were to have people tell you that you are unfit to raise your own children just because you might be young and single, and be coerced into signing papers that break your heart into a million pieces, you might say the same thing. Adoption, American-style is all about the money and eugenics and social mythology. It is NOT a win-win "solution" to any perceived "problem" and neither infertility nor the desire to be seen as saintly rescuers gives anyone entitlement to the child of another woman.

For me, adoption has been nothing but a tragedy, a loss, a process of grief and pain and scars that will always be there. I have seen mothers coerced, scammed and living their lives in pain while being denigrated by the very people who profit from the mother's misfortune. I have seen adoptees feeling adrift, different, out of place, insecure and rejected and told lies by the very people they call "parents." I have seen them mourn the loss of their heritage in silence.

I have seen formerly decent, caring people turn into obsessed, insecure, possessive neurotics in order to retain the title of "only mom." I have seen these people treat the source of their "joy in a child" like road trash, with hatred and fear. I've seen mothers of adoption loss kicked to the curb by their adult children just because these so-called adults think they have the right and have believed all the lies they were told or just in the name of "loyalty" to their adopters.

I have seen so-called "open" adoptions slam shut in the face of a mother who is still wondering why in the world she ever signed those benighted papers in the first place, a mother who bought into the adoption mythology and then awoke from her dream to the reality of her loss. One such mother took her own life after that happened.

Yep, I said it before and I'll say it again, because, just like a *"Jellical Cat," I can and because I dare...I HATE ADOPTION. If that bothers you, then I'd advise you not to read here, because I say that a lot.

(*Above reference from the Andrew Lloyd Weber musical "Cats" with lyrics from t s eliot's poetry)

Knowing What We've Missed

This handsome young man with that "deer in the headlights" look in his eyes is my only grandson, KC. He is in Iraq where this picture was taken, working as a transportation specialist and, unfortunately, is a target since he is responsible for moving combat vehicles from Kuwait into Bagdad.

I met him for the first time in 1993 after his mother and I reunited. He was 13, then, and covered with freckles that would eventually fade but are a family trait. It was hard to get close to KC. He had the same confused loyalties with which his mother was struggling, was dealing with his parent's divorce as well, but he was willing to give it a go. His younger sister was only 7 at the time and she jumped right in there.

But he didn't stay aloof for long. He knew that I loved him and he eventually became more comfortable with me and he has married and given me a precious great-grandson and another great-grand, gender unknown, is on the way.

I look at his face and I can see a slight resemblance to his father, but I see so much of my family, his mom, both my maternal and paternal families and a whole lot of his maternal grandfather who was also a bit baby-faced. (From what I saw 13 years ago, The last time I saw my daughter's father, he probably still is a baby-faced old jerk.) What I see the most, though, is just KC, my grandson, a good man who is facing a terrible ordeal in a country where we shouldn't be sacrificing our soldiers.

I keep telling him to watch his back and keep his head low and know how much he is loved and I think about missing out on his birth and his first 13 years because of the heinous act of adoption. He is now 26 years old and I don't want to miss any more. I want to send him many more birthday cards signed, "Love, Nanny and Papa Darrell." I want him to be around when his new baby is born. I want him to be Papa to his son's and "?'s" children and I want him to be proud of the family from which he came and to learn more about us all.

I just want him home, alive, whole and happy. Is that too much to ask, God/dess? Am I being greedy and selfish that I don't want my only grandson to be killed or mangled in a war that should never have started? Isn't it wrong that we should have someone we love placed in imminent danger for the sake of barrels of oil and a dynasty's self-justification?

I prayed to you when my daughter was born, begging you to help me keep her, and the answer seemed to be "no." I realize that, at that time, the machinations of others sort of overrode your decision to make me this young man's grandmother. But, can I ask one more favor? Will you please keep him alive and safe until he comes back to his home and his family? I'd be more grateful than words can say. And be with him, please. Hold his hand and send our hugs because he is smart enough to be very afraid.

I hate adoption, and I hate war, every bit as much.

Have You Seen These People??? An Adoption Crime

Don't ask me how I got this, but I have received a picture of the wannabe adopters who ran with baby Evelyn Bennett, on the advice of the agency's attorney, and have hidden this baby from her family and the courts for over a year. If you know them or know where they are, they need to be busted! This baby needs to go back to her family. My source will remain anonymous. Please note that said infant looks like neither potential adopter.

They and the agency, A Child Waiting, the subject of my previous post, "Busted," have used every delay tactic in the book, even when one court awarded custody to the real grandparents. When the day comes, and it will come, that the Bennetts get their little girl back, you can bet it will be the usual media circus, ala Baby Jessica and Baby Richard (who, by the by, are both happy and thriving within the bosom of their natural families).

They have left the state of Ohio, it is believed or have gone out of the area of jurisdiction. Isn't is funny that, if a natural parent in a custody fight were to do this, it would be called kidnapping? But let it be some "more fit than thou" wannabe faux mommy and daddy and everyone is pulling for these baby-snatchers. Just for once, in the name of all that is decent and fair, let's get this baby back to her family. I'm sorry these folks can't have their own children, but Evelyn belongs with her mom, grandmother and grandfather.

So, to the PAP's pictured above, those that believe in what is right and fair are not going to give up. That child is going to, eventually, go back to her real family and you are going to have to deal with it. Yeah, it might break your heart. But since when is your broken heart more important that the hearts that have already been broken by this horrific scam? I know a young mother who faced threats have only been hinted at and fears that have yet to be told, and her heart bleeds red every day since her baby has been gone. Those threats and those fears were used against her and she felt she had no choice. Well, now she know she does have a choice and she chooses to have her baby raised in her real family.

This is where I get on my high horse...when the pain of a single mom (not "beemommie" but MOM) is seen as inconsequential and unimportant when compared to the neurotic covetousness of the predatory adopter-to-be. Isn't it about time that people stopped hurting women by taking their babies?