What Adoptees Deserve from Their Birth Mothers

Dear friends through adoption,

Remember the metaphor of the Great Eagle and the eaglet? I’ll be the eaglet today and tell you how it felt when I stepped on to the wing of the Great Eagle. Remember…the pain of the nest was too much for me…I couldn’t stand it….I cried to get out of the pain of the past…and then I caught a glimpse of the Great Eagle’s wing. It’s strength, beauty, and power.

My life is going to be so good. To think that I’ve found this mystery mother is incredible. Wow, I can see so much further now than every before, up here out the nest. Will you take me up on your wing and teach me to fly, Great Eagle? Look! I might get to meet her and see if I look like her. Take me up higher, Great Eagle! I love being out of the nest.”

Gosh, who needs fantasies about my birth mother anymore? I’ve got the real thing


The woman who found Elizabeth, my birth mother, acted as an intermediary. She talked with my birth mother after I gave her three questions. And, by the way, I believe all mothers owe it to their children to have at least one conversation with the children they carried to birth.

My questions were like many adoptees:
-What is my nationality?
-What is the family medical history?
-Who is my birth father?

At that point, through tears, I said, “Please thank her for giving me the gift of life.”

Soon, the intermediary called. “Your mother wants no more contact with you,” she said. “She was stunned and needs to give the matter more thought.”

Suddenly, the “call waiting signal” clicked.

“That must be your mother,” the intermediary said. “Yes! It is and she wants to talk with you right away.”

Please tell me about your reunion experiences!

More to come. I didn’t fly high for long:-)

I appreciate you all so much!


Adoptee Fantasies Must Wash Away

Dear friends through adoption,

Oftentimes, we grow up believing fantasies about our birth family. Some imagine birth parents as a king and queen who live in a castle, concluding that life would indeed be wonderful when reunion occurs.


I remember when I met with the intermediary that eventually found Elizabeth, my birth mother. We met for breakfast before the search began. Over coffee, she asked what I thought I would find at the end of the search. My answer?

A bag lady. The feelings were not positive, which I find interesting now, looking back upon an unsuccessful reunion.

Most of the time, at least in my case, I wasn’t aware of the fantasies, either negative or positive.

Sooner or later, the fantasies must disappear, like a carefully-built sandcastle when the tide comes in.

Your thoughts?


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Good Little Adoptees Must Let Go of Pleasing

Dear friends through adoption,

As I began searching in earnest for my birth mother, I didn’t realize how hard it would be to let go of deep feelings of loyalty to my Mom and Dad. I was loyal to a fault, always wanting to please them and not knowing that beneath it all was attachment disorder symptoms as well as unresolved grief.

Here’s an illustration to let you see what I mean. My parents, Retha and Mike Cook from St. Johns, Michigan, loved to golf. I didn’t like it at all, so when they went golfing, they would let me stay home. Yes, alone….and that’s another story.

One time when they were gone, I got the Pledge and the sweeper and boy, was I going to clean up the house for them. They would be so happy. When dusting my Mom’s dressing table, one of her gorgeous broaches lay open, and before I knew it, that broach was in my little hand (about 8 yrs old) and I was scratching this message into their fine furniture:

“I love you, Mommy” on the right side, and “I love you Daddy” on the left side.

When they got home, I led them through every room to show them how clean it was. When we got to the bedroom and they saw my scratched-in message, my Mom’s chin dropped. “We love you, too,” she stuttered.

If you’re not familiar with attachment disorder, this one is a classic.

Beneath the please-my-parents syndrome, however, was a deep fear of rejection. Would they ever reject me, their only child? My Mom never did, but it was a different story with my Dad later in life.

As adoptees, we need to let go of that need to be loyal to a fault…to please our parents, no matter how much effort it costs us. We need to let go.

This is not easy, but entirely possible!

Let me know about your experience, okay!

Thanks for visiting and reading, too:-)