When older children argue and act out, it’s often connected to events from their past. How could any child move through 14 foster placements unscathed? But last night, another clash, followed by a heart-to-heart, brought us one piece closer to feeling like a solid family.
My parents were immigrants from Germany and India, my husband also comes from a mixed background; we have one biological child, and one adopted from South Korea. What makes my daughter Korean? What makes her American?
We're committed to raising our son in our religion, but we won't let his adoption erase essential parts of who he is.
She went abroad intending to be an orphanage volunteer—and came back a mother.
Three years after her adoption, we returned to our daughter's Russian orphanage to visit her caregivers and friends there.
Somehow, somewhere in my mind I believed that becoming a mother through adoption would erase my infertility. But one pregnancy announcement after another from family and friends soon made it clear that this was far from the truth.
First I looked through the pages of Adoptive Families with a sense of duty. Then, the hope I felt looking at the made me realize, "I want to adopt a child."
After meeting a man who thought he might be our daughter’s birth father, we were all invested in the idea of an open adoption relationship—but how would the test come back?
The mementos we gathered during our long adoption stay have meant a great deal to our daughter as she grows up.
How one young woman lost her family, survived a war, escaped two continents, and through the kindness of strangers found a lifelong home in Atlanta.
When our daughter was born, her birth mom listed the birth father as “unknown.” Ten years later, he found us on social media and reached out.
The Chinese adoptee community moved across oceans, grew up in interracial families, and is now navigating young adulthood. We hold a special place in history—but long to know our own personal beginnings.
A child doesn't have to be adopted internationally to need to find her roots.
My partner and I thought long and hard about whether we wanted to adopt a second child. We decided to adopt a puppy-sister for our daughter instead.
Years after reconnecting with her son, a birth mother explores her place in his life.
This year, we've vowed to cut back at Christmas. Well, perhaps it wasn't a vow, but at least a serious intent to try. Then again, they are children for such a short time.
Our trip to her birth country gave my daughter a picture of her early life. She discovered that she was, and had always been, real.
Coming to parenthood on equal terms lets my husband and me appreciate the experience all the more.
"Growing up, makeup felt like a mask—a cover-up for my true inner self."
Two families, linked by a shared adoption experience, discover that they are bound by DNA, as well.