Tag Archives: Birth parents
My husband knows to quickly turn the channel if we happen to be surfing through and land on one of the shows that spotlight adoption reunions because I always end up invariably yelling at the TV out of sheer frustration at only portraying that first, highly emotional, almost always tear-jerking moment of the initial adoptee/birth mother hug. To me, it’s kind of setting adoptees (and birth parents and adoptive parents) up for failure. Although it was truly an incredible, joyous…..
Please keep in mind that my perspective is from the other side of the fence, but here’s what I’d offer birth parents: 1. I always hated when other people referred to my biological parents being as being my “real” mom or dad. My “real” mom and dad were the ones who rocked me for all hours of the night when I had colic, walked me to my first day of school, sent me to prom, were there to hold me…..
