This is one of the most difficult parts of adoption. Our adoptions are open, but in practice it doesn’t work out that way.
We had a visit once with my daughter’s birthmother when my daughter was 7, and she was able to explain why she couldn’t take care of her children. Since then she’s been back in prison, unfortunately, and will be for awhile. My daughter sends her cards for Mother’s day.
We had an open adoption for my son, but his birthmother disappeared. She lost custody of four children altogether (one at a time – he never met his siblings), and he was the oldest. This has been hard on him, though he doesn’t speak of it much.
There is some pain involved for all parties, no matter what you choose. My children’s pain of feeling rejected, since they don’t understand all that their birthparents have had to deal with. My pain, when occasionally they’ll get mad and say, You’re not my real mother! (Kids know how to push the right buttons.) My answer is always, Yes, I am. Who do you think takes care of you when you’re sick, etc. You’re lucky you have two mothers who care about you.
Of course the birthmother’s pain, since they can’t be with their children. We pray for them often. I believe this is why my son’s b’mom has disappeared.
In the long run, I believe that openness and transparency benefit everyone. We have no family secrets. I’ve always firmly believed that the truth is the best thing – because the baseline truth is that we are all God’s adopted children, and He loves us no matter who else abandons us. I also try to impress my children with this.
Adoption is not for wimps. It has forced my husband and me to mature. But it is worth it all, to know we’re providing a stable home for kids who otherwise would be in the foster system, possibly moving from home to home.