Now that we are home, we got the results that Jackie's DNA matches her birthmother's by 99.99%. This is to prove to the US Embassy in Guatemala that the woman relinquishing her is, in fact, her birthmother (as opposed to stolen by an underground black market).
When we received Jonathan's DNA match, I was relieved and happy. We only had a super grainy xerox of a polariod to sorta make out what b-mom looked like. I had been very worried it would not match and aggravated that it took well over two months to schedule.
I was almost sure that Jackie's would match, since she was taken in by the lawyer after most agencies had closed. If the lawyer doubted b-mom's relinquishment, I'm sure he would not have taken the risk of not being able to find a family for her if adoptions in Guatemala closed, does that make sense? I wasn't prepared for the rush of emotion seeing this mother's face. I cried. I want to reach through the picture and hold this woman close. Lest we forget, adoption starts with a loss. I experienced it--I have no medical history nor do not know what my birthmother looks like or if I have biologically related brothers and sisters. While culturally it is 'normal' to take a solemn faced photo, she just seems sad. What was she feeling that day? Losing a child to adoption due to poverty is circumstance must be a loss comparable to the death of a child. Wouldn't you think so?




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