My VIP for this week is Holly Shearer and the many young women like her. Shearer was 15 years old in 2001 when she discovered that she was pregnant. At five months into her pregnancy, she made the decision to put her baby up for adoption. She knew at the time that the baby was a boy, and she named him Benjamin.
Shearer’s reason for her decision: “He
deserved a mother and a father, a home with a playset in the backyard that he
can play on, a dog, all of those things I couldn’t give him.” She selected
Brian and Angela Hulleburg to be Benjamin’s adoptive parents. “When I handed
Benjamin to them, it was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make.”
Shearer stayed in contact with
Benjamin’s new parents for the first three years, but the communication stopped
for some unknown reasons. However, the Hulleburgs told Benjamin that he was
adopted and as much information as they could about his birth mother. However,
they did not know her last name because the adoption was closed.
Benjamin grew up with the desire to
meet his birth mother. “To talk to her and, more than anything, thank her
because I knew that I had been given a really good life, full of opportunity.”
At age 18, Benjamin decided to look for his biological mother. He was
interested in having a physical connection for who he was.
I had never had somebody that I can say,
like, ‘Oh, that’s where I got my eyes from. That’s where I got my nose.’ … I
never had that physical biological connection to say … ‘This is who I am and
this is where it came from,’ … So for me, it was a lot less about trying to
find a family or, like, trying to find a long-long family member. But it was
more about trying to find where I came from.
Benjamin was not successful in finding
his biological mother. However, two years later Shearer found him on his 20th
birthday and sent him a message on Facebook.
You don’t know me, which is weird to have
a stranger message you…. Twenty years ago, I made the hardest decision of my
life and placed my beautiful little baby up for adoption with a beautiful
family. I have no intention of flipping your life upside down. I have thought
about you every day and finally had the courage to send you a message. Wishing
you a happy birthday.
Shearer and Benjamin met in person
two days later and discovered that she works at St. Mark’s Hospital where he
volunteers. Her shifts ended at 4:30, the same time that his shifts began. It
is possible that they passed each other without knowing it. They are in the
process of getting to know each other and developing a relationship. Benjamin
sent Shearer a message on Facebook:
Thank you for your selfless decision 20 years
ago, today, to set me in the arms of my parents. I will always be grateful for
it. Now, as I look to the future, I can’t wait to build a relationship with you
and my biological family and have you be an active part of my life.
I have been a witness of the adoption
issue from both sides. My older sister and her husband adopted their only child,
a baby girl, in the late 1960s. She has given their lives meaning, and their
lives are intertwined with their daughter and her children and grandchildren.
My oldest nephew and his wife adopted their first child, a baby boy, in the
early 1980s. They adore their oldest son and his family even though they went
on to have three children of their own. I am a witness of the joy that adoption
can bring into the lives of infertile parents.
On the other side, a great-niece
became pregnant in her early college years and dropped out of school. Even
though we lived thousands of miles apart, I had the opportunity to visit
with her several times during her pregnancy. I saw how much she loved her baby
boy and how much she would like to keep him. However, she made the difficult
decision to give him up for adoption. The young man wanted to marry her, but
she did not want to marry him. She gave the baby to a family with three cute
boys and stayed in contact with the adoptive parents. She is now married to
another young man and seems to be happy in her marriage.
Our family has been touched by the
courage of three young women who loved their babies enough to give them life
and then to give them to another mother to rear. I am grateful that neither I
nor any of my daughters had to make that decision, and I hope that none of
granddaughters are faced with it. However, I know that adoption is much better
than abortion. Adoption allows for life and opportunity to meet one’s
potential, and abortion brings only the death of a child of God.
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