tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11190188.post1476436901397547104..comments2023-12-10T07:27:17.914-05:00Comments on Never a Dull Moment: This Post Keeps Coming Back to Me....Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02057662343562530495noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11190188.post-13070638461389611182011-06-18T20:50:41.615-05:002011-06-18T20:50:41.615-05:00Yes, this definitely gives you pause. The hard thi...Yes, this definitely gives you pause. The hard thing is that there is no right or wrong way to handle a lot of this. What works for one child would not work with another. My children don't understand they are adopted. They have FAS and a host of other alphabets. I have told them they grew in another lady's tummy but they do not really put together the realities of that. They are also a different race, so you would think certain things would be obvious, but they truly don't think that way and we have never really made too much of it. I just feel as if they have enough going on without worrying about another family that they will probaly never see. I am not saying that is right, either. I just do what feels right for now. I definitely worry about what will happen when they are older. It does confuse the issue when the children are developmentally delayed. At least for me it does.lynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01559212918718411748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11190188.post-82580909545866573052011-06-18T12:12:05.664-05:002011-06-18T12:12:05.664-05:00I could have written that article Claudia, down to...I could have written that article Claudia, down to the Wayne County in Michigan....it's where I was put up for adoption too. My bio father was married, had other children and had an affair. I am a result of that affair. My bio mom was young and unmarried though and her parents made her give me up for adoption. I knew she loved me and did search for her, however, I have no desire to find my bio father. I've been told he did nothing to support her after she became pregnant and that speaks volumes to me. I feel Nothing towards him. No connection, no desire to find him. I've spent very little time thinking about him. I've never thought of him on Father's Day at all. <br /><br />I do understand the need to feel some connection or at least have some answers. When you don't know you're story, it's like living in limbo forever. I know enough of my story now that I've been reunited with my bio mom's family that I'm satisfied. I know who I look like. I know where my mannerisms come from. I'm so much like my bio mom, that I never met, it's crazy. <br /><br />And this is one of the reasons I'm such a proponent of keeping in touch with bio family as much as you can. That family is part of our kids. They need to know their story.ZetaBluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03540780751103985286noreply@blogger.com