KATH'S ADOPTION STORY

My goodness, where do I begin? My son was born on Aug. 7, 1974 in Indianapolis, IN. I can't remember what hospital. The reason for his birth to be in Indy. is that I was living in a Unwedded Mothers Home. I can't even remember the name of that awful place. I believe I have tried to block out all the bad things that had to do with the last 6 months of my pregnancy. My father's girlfriend at the time convinced my father that that is where I should go. And his last words to me at the Home was, "Don't bring no baby home with you!" For the 6 months of my stay my father would come to visit and he thought everything was going to go his way. I did too at the time. Untill that beautiful day of my sons' birth. The nurse wasn't suppose to let me see him, but she laid him on my stomach and that was all it took. I knew right then I couldn't let him go. I came home with my son, but life was pure heck. My step-mother made sure it was. I tried so hard to go to school, work and take care of my baby. But that wasn't enough for my step-mom. I felt like Cyndarella. Things got so bad between her and I that I to get out. I called my Caseworker and she put me in foster home after foster home and that didn't work either. So one day she told me of a Girls Home in Muncie, IN.. But I couldn't take my sone with me. But I was told that this is the place I needed to be for the time being. So I went to Muncie and Roger (my son) went to Williamsberg, IN to live with the George's. They were great people and they really loved Little Roger. I got to see him once a month, but. That was the beginning of the biggest heart break of my life. I didn't to get out of the Home when I was suppose to. And so Roger lived with Magie and Don for almost a year when I had to make the biggest decision of my life. Roger was walking by now and saying a few words, like momma and dadda. The only thing was, I wasn't the one he was calling mamma.:( I was looking at another year at least at the Home and I knew not haveing a permanent home wasn't good for my son. He didn't know who I was. He just knew that I was some one that came to visit with him once a month. But I also knew I wasn't going to give him to just any body. I could see the love that Magie and Don had for Roger and the love in his eyes when they would play, and hold him. So I told my case worker that the only way I would let him go is that the George's get him. So it was done shortly after his 1st birthday. He became Roger ? George. The next 18 years were the hardest. Knowing where he lived and not interfear with his life. On his 18th birthday I sent him a letter to explain what happened and why. I sent it to the address where they lived when I gave him up. But the letter never came back and I never heard from Roger. I know he was still living around there through his school years. I picked up the paper one day and there he was. He was playing the drum in his High School band. They were going to the State competitions. By the way they won.:) That's my boy. Now as far as knowing if he is still around here, I'm not really sure, but my heart tells me he is. And I guess that is the hard part, for if he is still around here, it shouldn't be that hard to find him. But I'm at a dead end. I really don't know how to go about to finding anyone. Richmond, IN. isn't that big, but I haven't found him yet. He is about to become an Uncle in Nov. I sure wish my first grandbaby could know her Big Uncle. You see I have 2 other children. A daughter that is 21 and another son that is 15. He was taken from me also by his father. I get to see him once a year. He lives in MO. Thank you for letting me tell my story. It sure would be nice if Roger would happen to have a computer came across this site. That would be God working over time. I know if it's ment to be it will be. Phyllis Boone