I gave up a baby girl in 1962 because I was 17 and had no say in it. I named her Hope in the two days they let me hold her, signed the papers, and never stopped wondering. Sixty-two years. Last month a social worker left a message that made my heart slam so hard I couldn’t call back for an hour. A woman had been searching for her birth mother, and the records finally matched. She 62, a retired nurse, with three children and seven grandchildren. My grandchildren….
I gave up a baby girl in 1962 because I was 17 and had no say in it. I named her Hope during the two days they let me hold her, signed …
I gave up a baby girl in 1962 because I was 17 and had no say in it. I named her Hope in the two days they let me hold her, signed the papers, and never stopped wondering. Sixty-two years. Last month a social worker left a message that made my heart slam so hard I couldn’t call back for an hour. A woman had been searching for her birth mother, and the records finally matched. She 62, a retired nurse, with three children and seven grandchildren. My grandchildren…. Read More