Adoption: Two mums and two dads

Last updated 09:30 02/12/2013

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I was adopted when I was two weeks old. I grew up in a loving family with two older brothers. I was the only child adopted as my parents wanted a daughter and my Mum couldn't have any more children.

My parents actually wanted six children and tried to adopt another but were turned down as they already had three children.

I was raised in a farming community and had a wonderful happy childhood. We didn't have a lot of money but Mum and Dad budgeted well and we had regular holidays and a little extra for ballet lessons, which I loved.

People have regularly told me I look like my Dad, it's a private joke for us, we always laugh and say thank you.

I decided to look for my birth parents after I got pregnant with my son. After I had him I felt cross with this woman who had given me up after going through such a wonderful experience as childbirth.

Four years later I was pregnant and hormonal again and I pursued the exciting and scary task of finding my roots. I found my birth mother, an Australian woman who had visited New Zealand and got pregnant to a man who wasn't really interested in her or a baby. She had me, returned back to her country and didn't tell anyone.

She was over the moon that I had found her and we keep up semi-regular contact. We look alike. She had two sons, so I now have four brothers. I am the youngest in my adoptive family and the oldest in my birth mum's family.

My birth mum gave me my father's name and he was easy to find. We talk regularly. He doesn't have many family members so I mean a lot to him.

I am extremely lucky at 40 years of age to have two mums and two dads, but sometimes it is tiring. One day I will meet my Mum and two brothers in Australia, when I feel ready.

My adoptive parents mean the world to me and they will always come first in my life.

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