As I weighed diversity, academics, and other factors when choosing schools for my transracially adopted children, I perpetually second-guessed myself. But now that my kids are teens, I’m ready to trust their decisions.
One year after my daughter came to live with me from foster care, the memory was still too bittersweet for her. But today, two years after becoming mother and daughter, we are ready to celebrate.
In this personal essay, a single dad shares the story of the night he met his daughter in China.
There's this poem I'm supposed to love. I first read it when we adopted our oldest son: Not flesh of my flesh nor bone of my bone/But still miraculously my own./Never forget, for a single minute,/You didn't grow under my heart, but in it.
"Adoptive families get to know their children for who they are, something that biological families usually don't do," says the author.
When I was a teen, my parents decided to grow our family by adopting from foster care. How did it feel to suddenly gain four new brothers and sisters through adoption?
I'd expected to fit in at the adoptive parents' support group. At the first meeting, however, I found I was the only mom who'd adopted domestically, who looked like her child.
Adoptive parents and adoptees share their favorite adoption memories from the past year, including first Mother's Days, finalizing adoptions, and gaining access to open records.
More than a decade ago, I was hopefully working my way toward an adoption from China. After a tragedy derailed my plans, I wound my way to family in an entirely different way.
Our only child is away this week. It's a first for us, 11 busy years after we triumphantly carried our daughter home from the adoption agency.
A simple radio broadcast can bring up my worries for my daughter's future, and my fears as an older parent.
In many families, relationships come without exact names. While adoption highlighted this truth, it was already a given in my family—and maybe in yours, too?
American by birth, Indian by virtue of being raised by us, the hyphen may define my twins more than either of the terms throughout their lives.
When I bought the ornament, I imagined hanging it on the tree with the child I was carrying. But after I miscarried, I packed it away for years.
First-time parent at 41? If this is my mid-life crisis, I couldn't have hoped for a sweeter one.
When people have kids, they are often hoping their child will be just like them. In our case, we're happy our son has beautiful characteristics that are all his own.
We had known about this tooth for many years, before we even met our daughter.
We've been discussing family traditions lately. The other night at dinner, our 10-year-old, Yakob, said, "You know, we should have family movie night. We could each pick a movie to watch."
One woman'It's been almost five months and my husband and I are still in labor. The pregnancy was even longer-twelve months. When will this baby come, we ask ourselves.
What if my daughter doesn't choose me? What if she grows up and moves to live near her other mom—her birth mom? I think about that and I get scared. Then I think, so what if she does? I can’t worry about that; I can only parent now.