Tag Archives: L-d-S Social Services

Looking for something to honor “your” “birth mother” on Valentine’s Day? Of course, you are! Then Illinois Families Supporting Adoption has just the thing! Check out the group’s latest blog entry Valentine’s Day + Birth Families = Love. IFSA, according to its website is “an organization sponsored by LDS Family Services to advocate a positive view of adoption.” (Be sure to try out its links!) The blog offers several nifty presents adoptive parents and their little sprog can send off to the woman who “chose love.” My favorite is chocolate dipped mini-pretzels dipped in chocolate or candy melts. Surprisingly, I can’t find other “birth mother” Valentine Day promotions on the net, but maybe I didn’t look hard enough. Even the old reliable adoption.com has dumped its kitsch and cheez leaving us with plastic key chains, adoption cards, and Christian books. Maybe it’s the economy. After all, who wants to maintain a warehouse full of angels-hovering-over-the- prego’s-tummy paintings that only somebody in Blue Bell, Utah could want? Or love. I’m all for contact and gifts between little adoptees and their moms, but coming from LDS Social Services which has done everything possible to degrade women and keep secret adoption and sealed Continue Reading →

Here are the lyrics to two songs reportedly played to teenage girls in L-d-S youth groups. Obviously the church expects girls to go bad and is pre-empting the expected fruit of the womb crisis. The first song, From God’s Arms to My Arms… is just plain traditionally bad. You know, like the bad adoption poetry on adoption.com (Actually, it appears there.) The song makes Butterfly Kisses sound like Mozart’s Requiem. From God’s Arms To My Arms To YoursWords and music by Michael McLean With so many wrong decisions in my past, I’m not quite sureIf I can ever hope to trust my judgment anymore.But lately I’ve been thinking, ’cause it’s all I’ve had to do.And in my heart I feel that I should give this child to you. (Chorus:)And maybe you can tell your baby,When you love him so, that he’s been loved before;By someone who delivered your sonFrom God’s arms, to my arms, to yours. If you choose to tell him, and if he wants to know,How the one who gave him life could bear to let him go;Just tell him there were sleepless nights; I prayed and paced the floorsAnd knew the only peace I’d find is if Continue Reading →