A father and son find that, in the face of catastrophe, despair, and death, the antidote is life.
I may not remember when I first knew I wanted to be a mother, but the moments leading up to and the first time I saw my daughters are indelibly etched in my memory.
After struggling to parent my twin daughters for ten months, I sadly realized I couldn’t provide them with the stable life I’d envisioned.
My greatest joy, becoming a mother, happened because both of my children lost the one person no child should have to lose.
As parents, we are neither selfish nor selfless, but we are surely blessed.
A cry in the night reminds one mother how much families have changed and how much love stays the same.
When new neighbors were looking at the house for sale next door, this mom of a biracial child worried they wouldn't be friendly, until race came up.
A single mom's decision to adopt a second time.
We asked AF readers: Did anyone help you with your adoption? Whether it was an adoption agency or attorney or other adoption professional, we want to know how you chose the people who helped you adopt.
The author of this story anticipates sharing his life with a child after a long wait.
As I wait to adopt, having friends I identify with has made all the difference.
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.
How did you work through sibling issues/rivalries at the time of the adoption and in subsequent years? How about instances in which one child receives more attention than another or silly questions? (Is that your "real" sister?) Our readers respond.
For a mom who was adopted as an infant, the realization that her children look like her takes on special meaning.
"Adoptive families get to know their children for who they are, something that biological families usually don't do," says the author.
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.
We asked our reader panel: "How, and why, did you choose between the different types of adoption?" This is what they shared.
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.
Michelle Johnson, 38, adopted by white parents and raised in suburban Minneapolis, recently spoke with AF about her experiences.