After navigating adoption policies in TX, I was about to lose contact with my son when he was 18. Then I was allowed to send a non- identifying email to my son’s family. But I accidentally sent like #39 of 40 drafts of the letter. The draft I mistakenly sent had the real story about what happened (about the immense pressure & not wanting to let my son go ). >>>> When I saw the return letters, I began to cry so hard, worried I surely messed up. I thought to myself I know the rules.. Instead , my son shared that his adoptive father actually said “ Son, when you get a letter like that, you respond”. I know it must have meant the world to my son to get the okay from his adoptive Dad to reunite. >>>> I am so grateful that our journeys could allow for real moments and time with my oldest son, His sister Marion and brother Mateo . ❤️ #reconnected#adopteegenerations#texas#policy#obc#birthmother#birthfather#adoptedlife#nyc#reunion#nevergiveup#rootsoftheheart#trevino
This weekend was a fun weekend with my other family. Got to clean with the little homie...got some bonding time in and of course hung out with my other lil boyfriend hezzy...lol....fun times with lil Eli(he's not so little lol) and alot of fun with the cutie hezzy😍😍😍#trevino#bondingtime#cleanroom#hesthehomie#lovemyhezzy#handsomebf
Here is my own record, my own facts & my palabra, that no one will ever know on paper. After I was sent to The Edna Gladney Center in Dallas Tx on April 29, 1993 , I gave birth by myself to my son. >>>Like all the girls in my neighborhood, I became pregnant. Since I was living in highly catholic area the writing was on the wall about what was going to happen . . >>>After laboring by myself, I gave birth. I was only allowed to see him for 1 hour, 3 times. Like my birth father, I did not want to let my son go. I refused to come out of my room, would not fill out forms about myself & resisted the social workers. Faced with living in another home, I gave in. No one ever talked to me to help, no nurse , social worker, no one. My sons’ father said I had PTSD bc I could not look at pregnant women, barely held a baby till Marion was born. After giving birth, people might say I went down the wrong path for a while but actually I had PTSD, because I could never understand why this all happened. Like my father John, I could not comprehend surrendering my rights. Eventually, I felt I had to let go. Yet I remember I tried to say one sentence to the judge to let him know I was pressured. My son is an incredible young man with a huge heart that he uses to love all of his families and I am proud of him. >>In case Texas & the US government never unseals our birth certificates, here is my birthrecord. #adopteebirthrecord#birthfather#obc#kaepernick#nike#orphantrains#chicana#losangeles#gladney#Trevino#texas#mexican#rootsoftheheart
Look who’s back on the #road ! It’s the @beaumontlibrarydistrict #bookmobile . We will be at #Trevino Park 9am-10am and #Nicklaus Park 10:15am-noon, both located in the Tournament Hills and Tukwet Canyon neighborhood. Come visit!