
by Colleen Greenfield
How do you know the best decision to make for another? Is it possible to make a decision for someone else that will affect them for the rest of their life, and not feel guilty about it for the years to come? To not wonder everyday if this was the right decision or if one day you will get a phone call, a letter, or even a visit from this person who dislikes you for the choice you made for them? Or is it possible to love someone so much that you know the decision you are making for them is the best one possible, and even if any of these other circumstances may happen, that you know in your heart that you did the best you could? Is it possible to set aside your own feelings, and not look at what is best for you, but what is best for another, especially if the other person is a baby?
Society today has such mixed feelings about adoption. There is such an entitlement for a parent to raise a child that it is not a subject that seems to be looked very highly upon by most of the general public. Those who don’t understand the decision judge someone who has been there; they judge someone for making what is probably one of the hardest decisions to make. They think that person is selfish, that they are “copping out” of their responsibility of raising their child. In actuality, the decision to place a child for adoption is one of the hardest decisions anyone has to make. It is one of the most selfless decisions a person could make.
Maybe I am biased, because I am adopted and I was raised in a wonderful family, or maybe I am biased because at 17 years old I found myself pregnant out of wedlock, and this is a decision that I had to make.
I was lucky enough to have guidance in making this decision, as I sought the help of a Child Placement Agency that provided me with options counseling to look at what I thought was best. It helped me to look at the reality of the situation, from both a parenting aspect and an adoption aspect. I wasn’t promised that everything would be easy or wonderful. I was told the truth-that no matter what decision I made it would affect me for the rest of my life.
Becoming a parent would mean a huge change in lifestyle. It would mean setting aside any goals and dreams that I had for myself to raise this baby. It would mean trying to raise a child in a broken home, without a steady father figure. When I thought about being a mother, this was not the situation I had pictured in my mind. I imagined being a stay-at-home mom, with a supportive husband, the ability to make ends meet, and having fulfilled the goals I had set for myself. My reality was nowhere near that. I was a junior in high school, looking toward completing high school and continuing on to college. I was not married to the father of the baby, or even in a serious relationship with him.
Placing this child for adoption would mean that I would not be a mother. It would mean that I would put my trust in someone else to raise my child as their own, providing for this child what I was unable to provide at this point. Either decision was a scary reality to face. I learned about open adoption, in which I would have the ability to choose the family myself, from a group of pre-screened families that were working with the agency. It meant that I would have the ability to meet the family, and continue in an on-going relationship with them, if that is what we all agreed on. It would mean that I could receive updates on the child. Ultimately, I would get to be a part of this child’s life, but instead of the everyday parenting, I would get to be a special person in this child’s life: a person that would be an integral part of their story, but not their parent. I would be able to continue with the dreams and goals I had for myself, while being able to give my child everything I could have possibly wanted her to have. A two-parent family, a stay-at-home mom, an older sibling, a house to live in, and money to be able to raise her without the struggles I would have faced as a single mom, who would be working and going to school, and having very little time to spend with my child. At 17 years old I set aside myself and what would have been best for me, and truly tried to focus on what would be best for her. I made the most selfless decision a person could make, by putting my child first, and giving her everything I had to give, even if it meant that giving her everything meant giving her a new life and family.
So back to my original questions….I have never regretted my decision to place my child for adoption, because I was able to realize it was the best decision for her. I didn’t come to that right away; I was given the support and the counseling to look at the reality of my choices in a non-judgmental environment. The birth options counseling I received at this point in my life truly helped me look beyond myself, and at what was best for her. I am somewhat fearful that in some of the years to come that she will not like me because of this decision, or understand this decision, but those are my own issues, not hers. I will always know that I did what I felt was best, and I will never question that.
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About the author: Colleen Greenfield is a Licensed Professional Counselor with the Life Connections program, Catholic Charities, Colorado Springs.
Posted in Catholic Charities, Guest Blogger
Tags: child placement, parenting, social services