Every now and then I check out what is going on with your site. I would like you to know that I am a birth mother who has given up two daughters at birth. I would like to say that my circumstances were different. I was 20 years old. I knew that I was not responsible enough for myself that I knew I could not take care of a child. I did not and do not believe in abortion, and I am Jewish. I went to my mother and we discussed adoption. She worked for an attorney in Florida who dealt with adoptions and we went to him with my special circumstances.

I wanted to hand pick my child's new parents. I made a list: They had to come from Boston, MA. They had to have been together for more than 7 years. The mother would have to be willing to stop working until the children were old enough to go to school. They had to be Jewish. They had to be willing to adopt another child.

I had about 6 couples to pick from, but I found the couple that sounded the best to me. He was an engineer, and she was a teacher. They really wanted to have children, but nature made it impossible for her, so they chose the next best thing. I listened to the attorney tell me all about them, and I was very sure about the couple I had picked.

They moved to Florida to prove residency while I was pregnant so that they could take her from the hospital. They sent me roses and a very nice card when she was born. I did get to see her and hold her. She was beautiful and strawberry blonde when she was born. I also talked to her, but I am sure that she didn't understand what I was saying or why I was crying. All she did was look at me and smile. That was enough for me at the time.

To make the story short, I got pregnant again about 2 years later. I went to go see their attorney (who I had met during the first adoption) to see if they were ready for another child. They were, and I wanted more than anything to give my daughters each other.

My daughter are now 22 and 19 years of age. They probably still live in Sharon, Massachusetts. I can honestly say that I did what was necessary for them to grow up happy and with parents. Do not get my wrong I have always loved them and I always think about them. They do not know me, but someday, when they are ready, they will look for me.