Hope.

Some days when I get the chance to bring up adoption with those around me, I do.
There are so many people around me, that are pregnant or have had a baby.
That everyone I know, has know at least one other person than me.
All the teenagers at my school, or those who I have gone to school with either are parenting or have chosen to parent.
Many believe their only options are abortion or parenting.
I have heard stories about this person or that person purposely do things to end their pregnancy.
And oh how those stories hurt me, I feel for that child that was meant to be.
Many it's about them not about their child.
"I" couldn't do that
"I" can't ruin my body
"I" can't brake my heart
"I" could never live with that
but really those are not the things you should be saying or thinking.
For me it was all about my child, the little one growing inside of me.
Maybe it didn't always start out that way, but really in the end when it came down to choosing that's what it was about.
Mothers don't have to feel like adoption is not an answer, that they are "giving away their child" that this shows "they don't want their kid" or "they don't love their child"
But really it's out of selfless love, more love to their child than anything else, that birth parents are able to make this decision.
Many around me have the same false thoughts that many others in the world have.
Any maybe just by sharing my story, that someone can find hope, or at least feel differently about adoption.
Because I sure found hope through adoption.