Adoption Week e-Magazine Article
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Who's Little Girl Am I?
Sheryl
On June 30, 1967, I was abandoned in a hospital parking lot in Waukegan, Illinois. I was found the same day by the owner of the vehicle I was left in. I've been searching for a very long time for any information regarding my birth parent(s). I would love to fill in the missing pieces of my identity. I've had a happy childhood/adult life, but there's something missing. The Waukegan Sun ran a full- page article about my circumstances, hoping it would refresh some memories. The only one (who mattered) who contacted me was the woman who discovered me. What a wonderful conversation we had.
Having children of my own only enforces the feelings I have of "who am I"? I stare into the many faces of the people I meet always looking for a clue or something I identify with. I harbor no hard feelings for this woman whom I’m sure did what she felt was best for BOTH of us at the time. If she didn't love me, she would not have left me where I'd be discovered. All these years of wondering what my nationality is, or who I resemble, or whether the birth father knew I was born, or if there is breast cancer, diabetes, etc. in my future. Where did my love for music come from? I'm sure every adoptee out there wonders the same. I wonder if my biological mother read the article that was published, or did a family member? Has she thought about me all these years? After reading it, does she finally have peace of mind that I am o.k.? Or did she feel threatend? A bad memory come back to haunt her? So many unanswered questions. I guess that's what all adoptees go through, well at least the ones who can't acquire any information about their beginnings.
Peace, tranquility - these are the things I wish to have. As much as I was loved and raised in the most "Leave It To Beaver" family, as an adoptee,I am haunted by the nagging sensation and wonderment of who I am. Answers! I'm always searching for those answers. Just to make my identity complete. I have accepted the fact that I may NEVER know. But I still keep trying, and I will never give up. If it is meant to be, we will find each other. And now, as my birthday approaches, and another year has gone by, I wonder, will she think about me as this day passes?
Have a blessed day.
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