A mother who adopted twins as older infants recounts her long struggle with infertility and the indelible moments on the path to her domestic open adoption.
A birth mother shares her story of choosing adoption after struggling to parent her twin daughters for ten months.
I didn't travel to meet my new daughter. But nothing could stop me from becoming Maura's mommy.
Even though my husband couldn't stay with me to foster our daughter in Guatemala, I was never short on parenting help.
My wife and I may not match our kids, but we found a group where we all fit in.
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.