My Nonprofit Reviews
Review for Providence Place, San Antonio, TX, USA
In 1989, i found myself a 15 year old pregnant teen. My pastor direxted me to the Methodist Mission Home. I lived there from May 1989 to Auguat 1989 when my beautiful baby girl was born. I was given adequate medical care, a home school teacher, adequate nutrition, and access to counseling.. although I feel counseling could have been a little better for me at that time. Regardless, counselinwas provided and there was no part of what i was about to experience and go thru that was a shock or not previously discussed. It is such an extremely hard decision, to place a chikd up for adoption... especially when i was still a child myself. However, i never felt discounted or "shamed" or anything other than deeply appreciated and respected for the major choice i was about to make for myself and my child. I was given dozens and dozens of prospective adoptive parents essays to read thru to pick my babys new parents from. Although had i not wanted to participate in that, it wasnt a requirement. But i can say, i was pregnant with a lot of women during those months and not ine of them did not want a hand in where their baby went to. I wanted an open adoption, because i wanted to be able to watch, if only through pictures, my little girl grow up. So i was given only essays from adoptive parents who were open to that. I was given so much more. I was allowed to see het many times as a young child, atend birthdays, she was even in my wedding party when i finally got married. As she got older, we formed a beautidul friendship and i was able to answer any question she had for me. She is now married and a mother herself. Sadly, we arwnt as close as we had been. She tells me its because she doesnt know what, if anything she wants her son to know. But i am very grateful for the time and opportunity i have had watching her grow up. And even still today, through the wonders of facebook and othernaocial media.. she allows me to continue to watxh her grow as a woman, wife and mother. All of this was afforded to me by the grace of God and the Methodist Mission Home.