A Voice from the Voiceless & Forgotten
An Anthology of a Foster Care System Survivor


Maybe




This was written one night after a person challenged why I was searching for my birth family at the age of thirty-two having never been raised by them:

So this is what I know. I was given away when I was born. Thatís the cold hard truth. Call it relinquished if youíd rather, but the facts remain.

Maybe I was wanted and loved, maybe I was resented and a terrible burden. Maybe I brought joy to somebodyís life for the five minutes that she held me and still cherishes that memory to this day. Maybe I didnít. Maybe I was born on time. Maybe I was early.

Maybe I was an easy delivery. Maybe I wasnít.

Maybe I look just like my father. Maybe a little brother out there is a computer enthusiast, too. Maybe my mother is tall like I am. Maybe Iím German or Irish or Danish.

Maybe I would have grown up in New Jersey or Florida. Maybe my father likes to sing.

Maybe a little sister that Iíve never met is afraid of heights and thunderstorms. Maybe my father loves scary movies and maybe my mother cries when she feels overwhelmed.

Maybe I was taken from my mother against her will and she never recovered. Maybe she was talked out of having an abortion and has regretted her decision ever since.

Maybe my mother and father are married. Maybe they only met once. Maybe I broke them up. Maybe they miss me. Maybe they donít.

Maybe I have brothers and sisters. Maybe I have an uncle who shares my dry sense of humor. Maybe I have an aunt who loves to cook as much as I do. Maybe my mother loves to read her Bible. Maybe my father is generous to a fault. Maybe someone else in my family is a writer. Maybe my sister is oversensitive. Maybe my brother is stubborn.

Maybe Iím a dirty little secret that no one would even dare speak of. Maybe my mother has been desperately searching for me for years.

Maybe my mother has long thick hair. Maybe my sister is diabetic. Maybe my brother loves Mexican food. Maybe my father dreams of going someplace tropical and maybe heís already been. Maybe my mother likes to read. Maybe my father likes to sit alone outside and look at the stars

Maybe my mother died in childbirth. Maybe sheís in perfect health today. Maybe she doesnít know who my father isĖand maybe he died 5 years ago.

Maybe I would love them at first sight. Maybe weíd bond immediately. Maybe Iíd rub my brother the wrong way. Maybe my sister and I would be the best of friends. Maybe my mother would break down and cry tears of joy. Maybe she would reject me all over again. Or maybe, I would reject them.

Maybe Iím nothing like any of them. Maybe weíre just alike. Maybe Iíll never know.

Maybe I should just be content with knowing things worked out as best they could.

Maybe I shouldnít care about my past. Maybe I could stop caring if I knew anything at all about it.

So there it is: a whole lot of maybes and one cold truth. Maybe Iíll find out the answers someday. Maybe I wonít. Maybe Iíll be happy with what I find. Maybe I wonít.

Either way, Iíll have the answers to the questions that so many people take for granted every single day. Iím not wrong for asking and I have the right to search until I find them.

And THAT is what I know.



Return to Boys Town for 40th class reunion, with current Executive Director Fr. Boes




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CHAPTERS:


Diary of an Unborn Child


A Child's Horror


A Child Left Behind


Hear the Anguished Cries


How Many Need to Suffer


What's It Like?


Tribute to Foster Parents


What Foster Children Need


Give A Voice


Letter to Politicians


Maybe


Do You Wonder?


Why I Share My Experiences


Search Worth It?


Who Are We?


Why I Continue to Care


Letter to Foster Youth/Alumni


When, When, When


Hefty: Luggage of Fostercare


Pro-Life After Birth


System Reform Overview


CPS Reform


Foster Care Reform


Adoption Reform


Uniform Definitions of Neglect/Abuse


Gay/Lesbian Foster/Adoption?


Thousands Wait Adoption


Epilogue



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