Fredipedia v2.30: The Definitive Fred Thompson Reference
When my two children were conceived, the “gentlemen” who had done the deeds believed that their responsiblities ended with the offer to pay for an abortion.
Thankfully, the women involved chose to place them for adoption and we have two teenagers who cause us joy, anguish, pride, anger and every other emotion that parents of teenage kids experience.
We thank God for their courageous choices every day.
These are the people who have the greatest influence over whether their pregnant daughter aborts, keeps the infant, or puts it up for adoption.
Any campaigns **must** be aimed at the future grandmothers.
The church I belong to is doing this with very good success.
When people ask us why we adopted children from overseas, one of the reasons we give is because American babies who should be available for adoption are either murdered before or as they are being born or kept as welfare hostages.
Not only that, but the litigious nature of American society makes domestic adoption very tenuous and precarious. There were a couple of famous cases where three-year-olds were ripped out of good adoptive homes by the courts to be placed with their biological mothers.
I thank God every day that my son’s birth mother chose adoption over abortion. He is truly the light of our lives.
I’m 43 years old, and thank God every day that my mother gave me up for adoption. A single woman in a small north Texas town realized that she couldn’t provide much of a life for a child - and at a week old, I was adopted by my Mom and Dad.
I have known for as long as I can remember that I was adopted. I have known for as long as I can remember that to adopt a stranger’s child and raise him or her as your own is itsself the definition of a love beyond defining.
I have had to describe to non-adoptees (and you adoptees out there will know what I’m talking about) that my mother is my birth-mother - but my Mom and Dad are my Mom and Dad - no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They are my parents, God bless them - and God truly blessed me when He brought me into their lives.
We adopted our daughter. Life could not be sweeter. As so many adopted parents say, their children may not have grown in their tummies, they grew in their hearts. She is my light and my life.
I think there is still a stigma in society about adoption. Like the children are somewhat *less*. Less worthy. Less loved. Less a family. Less whatever. I find that appalling. I know without a doubt that she is ours, totally and completely. This may sound silly, but even our friends and relatives totally believe her guardian angel was new on the job and dropped that new little soul at the wrong house and it took my grandmother’s loving spirit to bring her back where she belonged. Thank you, grandma.