We asked our reader panel: Have you ever been asked to explain your child's ethnic identity? How do you respond?
Having children was something that other people did. But giving birth has given me a sense of connection I never felt before.
When it came to locating our daughter's birth mother in Guatemala, we didn't know where to begin. But we knew that we had to try.
Many symbols commonly found on children’s clothing connote racist stereotypes of black people. Knowing this, should transracial adoptive parents still dress their black children in onesies and shirts featuring monkeys, zebras, and watermelons?
Have you ever been at a baby shower where they play a home video of the mother-to-be surprising her partner with news of her pregnancy? As we grappled with infertility, my wife and I hated those videos, even as we desperately hoped for one of our own.
One summer, we traded our Hawaiian home for Berkeley, CA so our son could learn about more ethnic differences and similarities.
As parents, we shape the memories our children will carry through their lives. What a delightful, and intimidating, prospect!
The family tree project can be a particularly tricky one for kids who are adopted. Here's how one family tackled the assignment.
Transracial adoptees often grow up knowing that their families love them, but not truly feeling included or close to them. Here’s what would have helped in raising a black child in a white family and a racist world.
I used to see adoption from only one viewpoint—that of the adoptive parents. But working in the field before becoming an adoptive mother opened my eyes to how complex and bittersweet adoption can be.
An accident left the author disabled, but not defeated. Having a physical disability doesn't have to prevent you from adopting.
After finally realizing my dream of becoming a mother, I found what most new parents find—along with the bliss come days filled with crying, spit-up, and leaking diapers. But when I dared to vent, I was chided: “You wanted to adopt…you asked for this!”
As I dove into research about in vitro fertilization, I kept waiting to be excited about this wondrous technology. But the excitement never came. When our talk turned to adoption, however, I felt the rebirth of hope.
My daughters and I have something important in common. We share the experience of joining a family through adoption.
Desperate to be with her newborn son, one mother packs up her family and heads to Guatemala to foster him.
When the mundane tasks required for our dossier get complicated, each one we complete feels like a mini-victory—and reminds me of how much I want to be a dad.
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.