Being a Birth Mother on Mother's Day

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As with most pregnant teens during the “love generation,” I was told that the right thing to do was to relinquish my baby to a good home after he was born. Seventeen-year-old girls don’t make good mothers—or so they said.

But I was a good girl. I did what I was told. I gave my baby to a family who would provide him with a wonderful life and soon I would forget all about everything, just as they said, and continued on with my life.

My son was born to my high school boyfriend and me when we were 17. Sometimes birth control fails.

Our parents refused to let us marry. My very Catholic parents sent me away to live with a family until the baby was born who would then be privately adopted. Much later I would learn that the entire adoption was a conspiracy of blatant secrets and lies.

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