It is just wonderful that your family history is not made up of throw away children, abotions, adoptions, misfits and and anything other kinds of trails which much of mankind had to go through.
Oh, I do have a throw away child. My own son.
I am not ashamed of my Grandmother. She was one of 13 children and had to quit school to work as a maid for a wealthy family when she was 15 - unfortunately, the man of the house was a sex predator and she became pregnant, so my Dad was born into that big, poor family with his mother's family name. They raised him to be a good, decent citizen, husband and father. No reason for shame. No reason to pretend it didn't happen that way. No reason to pretend I am any better or worse than anyone else because of my heritage. I am an American.