Anon replies:
I was adopted too, a very long time ago. My parents chose not to tell me either. One day, when I was about the same age as James is now, someone else told me.
It is hard to describe what went through my mind and how my heart ached. I loved my adoptive parents very much and could not understand why they did not tell me.
I kept this secret from them, as they kept it from me, until 7 years later, when I myself had to give up a precious boy for adoption. Then I understood the fear my adoptive parents felt. The questions they were not able to answer and their desire to protect me from facts that may potentially harm or hurt me - that is why they never told me. I think they were also afraid that I may want to find my birth parents. That is true but I would never have rejected them. They were the parents I knew who loved and nurtured me. I am now searching for my mother. My wish is also for my son to search for me.
Please, Harold and Gail, tell your llittle boy now before someone else tells him. It hurts to be the last one to know. The actual knowledge is not bad at all, its wonderful to know that one is so loved as to be specially chosen. But it is your duty out of love for him to tell him yourself and soon. Good luck.
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