I think that keeping a child, solely because it is "flesh and blood", and denying it the chance to have a life with a loving family who desperately want a child, can be incredibly selfish. My mother got pregnant with me when she was 18. She planned on giving me up for adoption, but her parents talked her out of it, because I was their grandchild. I understand that, and I love my grandparents dearly. My mom and I lived with them until I was four. Then she met someone, got married, and had my brother and sister. Stepdad was abusive, in every way, but aside from that, there was always the feeling that I was the oddball of the family, not my stepdads real child, just always on the outside. My grandparents, as I said, are wonderful people, and did everything they could, but I didn't live with them. When I wasn't with them, it was a painful, lonely childhood. I've wondered now and then how my life would have been different if the adoption had gone through.