Intended Parent from Ontario, Canada.
Explain your reasons for wanting a surrogate/donor:
Not able to have children due to hysterectomy
How would you best describe yourself(s):
Sense of humour, dog mom, professional, little bit nerdy, reader, likes walking with my dogs, loves romantic comedies and Disney classics
Use this space to communicate a letter to potential Surrogates/Donors:
Dear Surrogate, Hi! If you’re reading this you already know I’m on a journey to become a mom. I think the gift of parenthood that you (and your fellow surrogates) offer to someone like me is incredible – without you, I may not have a chance at motherhood, so for that alone you’re a blessing and there is a gratitude I cannot put into words! My mom Darlene is my best friend. Have you ever seen Gilmore Girls? We are a lot of Lorelai and Rory – only less drama and a few dogs thrown in. We didn’t grow up in a house with money, but my mother made every occasion special, unique and fun. She taught us to be confident, brave, grateful and loving – and that family in our foundation. My grandmother passed away shortly before I was born, yet in every anecdote, every tradition, every recipe, she is present in our home even 35 years later. My mother and father, aunts and uncles, my brother and sister-in-law; we come together for birthdays, holidays, graduations and… just because. Because family is our foundation. Even with years and generations between us (my mother’s oldest sister is 16 years older than her!) we all spend time together easily. I love walking down the street to my aunt and uncle to play scrabble or sew with my aunt and have a cup of coffee. Or five blocks over to my other uncle for a BBQ in August. This is our family – the family foundation I have for the child I hope you can help me bring to life. In my twenties, I was very ill, endometriosis plagued me and I knew it was unlikely I would be able to have my own child. I felt sad at the thought that I wouldn’t pass along my grandmother’s traditions or get to see my parents as doting grandma and grandpa to my little ones. At thirty, when I had a hysterectomy, this probability became a certainty. I will never carry a child. And yet, as I explored adoption options, I stumbled on the realization that my child is still waiting for me – I just need someone like you to help me meet them. I’ve been a caretaker much of my life. I took care of my little brother from the moment he was put into my 4-year-old arms in the hospital room and I changed my first diaper. Since then, I have loved many little ones as a babysitter, a cousin, an aunt. I’m a dog-mom to two furry trouble-makers – and I’m ready to for that warm baby to be in my arms again, this time as my own child. I have a lot of love to give and a village of people waiting to meet the newest member of our family. Thank you so much for your kindness.