“She is a true mother … I was overwhelmed. Giving the gift of a child is the ultimate gift. I had mixed feelings first watching (the baby with mom) and thinking ‘could I do what she is doing.’ She kept saying, ‘it’s OK,’ not to worry about her, that ‘it’s my gift to you.’ I was in awe. Mothers do what we can to help our children. Here she was only 17, but I have so much respect for this young woman..” ~Unrevealed – SOURCE: The Windsor Star 2012-01-18
For a short time on April 3, 1968 my name was April. I was born to a beautiful green eyed, brown haired, 5’10, 24 year old single woman. She had just finished her graduate program at MSU and was getting ready to begin her teaching career. Since it was 1968 abortion was illegal. I’m sure she could have obtained one but instead she carried me to term and made probably the hardest decision of her life. She gave me up for adoption. She terminated all parental rights. She moved on with her life without her child. Me.
My mom and dad weren’t even supposed to adopt me. They had been waiting seven long years for a baby to come along. My mom had endured many miscarriages, hormone therapy, and many other procedures to have a child. None of them worked. Finally the decision was made to adopt. It took some time. Then came the news that there was a blonde haired, blue eyed baby girl available. Then the unthinkable happened. It was 1968 during the height of the civil rights movement. On April 4, 1968 Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated in Memphis Tennessee. Daddy was a MI State Trooper so when the riots in Detroit broke out, he had to go. Another baby girl slipped through my momma’s fingers…..
When Daddy got home a few weeks later, there was a call from Lutheran Social Services, and miracle of miracles another blonde haired, blue eyed baby girl was available for adoption. Me. They went to pick me up. Momma said they handed me to her and she was so overwhelmed with love that she nearly fainted. Daddy had to hold onto her to steady her. She said she looked at me and right then and there named me Renee Michelle. She knew I was hers forever……
A birth mom makes one of the ultimate sacrifices for us. They love us so much they give us away to someone who can take care of us. Their love is infinite, even though their act is so final. I’m thankful every day to my birth mother for giving me life, loving me and giving me away. She did what she had to do. I’m in awe of her though I’ve never met her. I hope someday I get to. I feel like I’m ready to take that journey now. I’ve had release forms and updated contact information added to all of my files for over 20 years just in case she wanted to find me. She never has. And thought that is sort of disheartening, I won’t give up. I will find her. And when I do I will tell her thank you. Thank you for naming me April…. And thank you for giving me life…. Me.