I had a baby in 1974, a little girl.
I had a baby in 1974, a little girl. I was 19 years old; the grief that I suffered over the subsequent years was at times unbearable. I think of my tiny bundle always who is still my baby as I never saw her grow up. I chose her parents carefully and I do know she will have had a happy life as there has been no contact from her. I love her with all my heart, which is why I gave her away to a better life. I never had another girl, just two boys to my marriage later in life. I have told my younger son of my adopted daughter. His reaction was of delight and is urging me to find her, and I am now just waiting for the right moment to tell my older son who has been away travelling. My plan has been to get the family ready first. My husband is very happy for me to search for her. I would love to find her just to see for myself that she is happy and settled.
Editor’s note: Thanks for sharing your story with us…you are now embarking on an adventure, one that may bring a mixture of pain and frustration and wonderful joy. You made a decision back then that was brave and commendable – you sacrificed your own feelings, and endured the pain of loss and grief, to give your daughter the life you felt you couldn’t give her. It sounds as if you are going about this in a healthy way – I presume you have already researched how to take it further. If not, contact the British Association for Adoption and Fostering or your local Social Services Department for more information. We wish you well on your journey of discovery and healing – let us know how things unfold. We’ll be thinking of you.