Things Happen for a Reason

I was born on June 30th, 1994 in a hospital in San Antonio, Texas. My adoptive family was there for my birth. They were very excited and nervous to meet me and my birth mom for the first time! My birth mom, Kris, was sad and happy to have her first daughter. She thought I was beautiful but knew she couldn’t keep me. Kris, me, and my new family spent 17 days together in the cement jungle of Texas until my adoption papers were ready. Obviously, I don’t remember anything about this time but I wish I did. I have lots of pictures of this special time we spent together. It was over the 4th of July weekend. We all looked so happy. I often wonder if we will ever all be together again.

My birth mom was an EMT, and I’m not sure what my birth father did. Kris decided she could not take care of me the way she wanted to. She had other issues going on in her life and she knew she was not ready to be a parent yet. So she searched and searched through an adoption agency for a family for me. She spent lots of time writing letters and talking to my adoptive family on the phone. She wanted to be sure that they were right for me.

“I know in my heart, soul, and mind, that Hannah is right where she was meant to be. I know when I see that little girl in those pictures that everything she becomes is because of you, and your husband.”

Kris would write letters to my birth mom. I think this helped her to heal over the loss of me. I didn’t know about the letters until this year when my adoptive mom shared them with me. The letters are filled with love and hope in the belief that she made the right decision to give me up. The letters share that she gave me up because she loved me, and she wanted the best for me.

“I’m glad that Hannah will be brought up in a good strong household where she can grow, and learn what a strong relationship can be.”

As I’ve grown up, I’ve gotten cool things that I never thought I would ever have. An Ipod, Nintendo DS, Phone, you name it I got it all. When my sixteenth birthday came around it was the best day of my life. My family and I all went to valley fair together. We ate like pigs, rode rides, and had a lot of fun! At the end of the day I went on a ripcord. It was so scary, but it was a load of fun. I felt like I was flying in the air like a bird. It was a great feeling. After all that was done we went home. When we got home we were all very tired from the day.

By the end of the day, I really thought about my birth mom since it was my birthday. I thought back to 16 years ago in that hot Texas hospital room. I have my own ideas on what that time was like even though I don’t remember it. I realized how lucky I really am to have all the stuff I have. I realized that I’m really grateful to have such a good family in my life who love, and support me in everything that I do with my life now and in the future. I wonder what would have happened to me if I didn’t get adopted. Would I be homeless, on the streets? Would I have a dad or a brother or sister? I ask these types of questions every single day now that I’m older. I believe my adoption was meant to be. I don’t always understand it but I do accept it and believe it happened for a reason, this I believe.