I am, but I'm sorry (I know this is horrible, but nobody who knows me will read this)--I'm sorry I adopted my child who came at age six. No, I'm not sorry I had a biological son who has so many of the psychiatric issues I have. No, he's a joy to me and he's giving me a granddaughter soon. I'm not sorry I had him. I'm not sorry I adopted my beautiful daughter from Korea, even though I went gray while she took drugs and defied us during her teens. She is my best friend, has a huge heart and I love her to death; she is so brave to have changed her life. No, I'm not sorry I adopted my autistic son. He is a sweet boy with such a big heart. No, he will never be independent (not completely), but he tries so hard and he is my hero. And what can I say about my baby, my eleven year old? I love her fiercely. Yes, I know she thinks about her birthmother and will probably search one day, but our bond will always be there. I saw her being born...she and I are forever close... I am sorry I adopted my son from Hong Kong. I'm not sorry he got out of Hong Kong. He was way too smart to be stuck in an orphanage and be seen as a second rate citizen there simply because he didn't live with his birthparents. However, I wish he had gone to another family. When his adorable picture appeared in a magazine then called OURS (I forgot what it stood for, but it's out of Minnesota) I wish one of the other eight hundred families who had wanted to adopt him had done so. I wish he had gone to a family of intellectuals because HE is one. I wish he had gone to a family with great material gifts because he is highly materialistic and our family is BROKE...lol. He was ashamed to have his fiance, now wife, see my very humble home. It's about the size of a trailer with an upstairs bedroom and a small basement, and the furniture is hodgepodge and there is definitely work that needs to be done on it and it doesn't help that we have four dogs. But it's OUR home and he's ashamed of it and of us. I wish he had never come to us...had never called me "mom", had gone somewhere else. So my answer is, I'm thrilled I had Mark (and he was NOT easy), and I'm ecstatic I had the privilege of being Julie's mother (even though she was such a difficult teenager--I just love her so much, I can't even describe it), I am thrilled and honored to be Lucas's mother (he is such a brave and wonderful boy) and I'm tickled to be Nicole's mother (and she's not easy either). I am sorry I adopted Scott (even though he was a breeze to raise, is successful beyond most adults, and everyone loves him). I am sorry because I am selfish. He doesn't love me and is ashamed of his family. I wish I had never known him or loved him because unrequited love is so hard and so sad. As the holidays arrive, I wrote him one last letter, which I may share with you in another post. But, even as I mailed it off, I wondered if I should have sent it. I took all the blame and indicated I wanted nothing from him in return except a relationship with him (and that means with his wife) on his terms. I know he won't swear at me or phsyically abuse me, but...well, I'll post the letter. Tell me your thoughts. In the meantime, are you happy you had children?