It is Sunday Nov 1,my DH and I have been talking more and more about adopting a baby, and November 5 is getting closer. November 5 is a big day in my family, it is my birth mothers birthday and also the day that my adoptive mother passed away from cancer. My birth mother was only 18 when I was born, she had spent her childhood being switched from foster home to foster home, her last foster home is where she met my adoptive mother. My adoptive mother, was my birth mothers foster mother, I know it sounds crazy but it's what they chose. My adoptive mother and her husband were never able to have biological children, but they ran a state foster home and had several children.My mother was the last child they took in, my mother stayed with my adoptive mother from the time she was 15 until she emancipated at age 17. My adoptive mothers husband passed away from cancer shortly after my birth mother moved out, my birth mother grieved and ended up getting pregnant shortly after turning 18, my birth mother then went home to my adoptive mother, looking for advice. My birth mother was unable to take care of me but she wanted to be able to know I was healthy and happy growing up, my birth mother and her foster mother came up with a plan. It was an open adoption, my birth mother, let her past foster mother adopt me. I was adopted when I was 2 days old, my birth mother went into the US Army, then to college, while my adoptive mother raised me.My birth mother and my adoptive mother were always close, they would write each other and my birth mother even moved close to us, my birth mother would visit and even coached my soccer team when I was younger.My adoptive mother made sure I finished school and even went to college, I had a great childhood just what my birth mother wanted. Right after I turned 21 my birth mother and adoptive mother came together once again, even though I was an adult they wanted to make sure I would be ok in the future. My adoptive mother was diagnosed with cancer in August, she then told my birth mother that she was given 6 months to live, they then told me together.My adoptive mother didn't live the 6 months that she had been told, she passed away on my birth mothers birthday. Just as my adoptive mother had helped my birth mother to make sure I had a great childhood, my birth mother stepped in and took care of me when I needed her as an adult.My birth mother and I talk almost everyday now we have a very special relationship, we both loved my adoptive mother and miss her now that she is gone. My birth mother knows that I love her, and even respects the fact that even though she is my birth mother, I will always consider my adoptive mother my mom. I have told my birth mother, even though I don't see her as being my mom, I consider her to be my best friend. Now that my DH and I have chosen to try to adopt, I only hope to find a birth mother as selfless as mine. When I was an infant, she gave me up so I could have a great life. When my adoptive mother needed her she was there, and now if I ever need her all I have to do is call.
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What a wonderful adoption story!!!