With her swollen belly, my classmate reminded me of my own first mother. People expected her to be ashamed, but I wondered, how can someone be ashamed of the mother without also being ashamed of the baby?
Search Results: Summer 2013
While a meal might seem trivial at one level, it may also be filled with lessons about identity, culture, and family.
Was moving from a semi-open adoption to a fully open one, with visits, the right decision for my birth son and for the daughter I was raising?
When we adopted our son's biological sister, it felt both eerily similar and completely different.
We had only been "active" with our adoption agency for two months. So when my husband went on a camping trip with no cell reception, we thought, "What could go wrong?"
As a birth mother, my path to adoption was full of conflicting feelings. But at the moment my son was born — when two women came together in the same instant to love him — I felt at peace.
Typically, I would have spent weeks — if not months — gathering information and exhausting every possible scenario. But there wasn't time for analyzing. My son needed me.
After reuniting with my birth family and studying in my birth country, I felt closer to my adoptive family than ever.
Still jet-lagged from a 15-hour flight from Los Angeles to Hong Kong, then another to Shanghai and another to your province, I awoke at dawn knowing that this was the day that I would finally meet you—my baby girl.