I was terrified that telling our social worker I'd been diagnosed with bipolar disorder would end our dream of having a child.
My daughter is considering becoming a mother. As I think of the ways her life will change, my main resounding advice is, "You will never regret it."
A Russian toddler flourishes despite a babyhood in an orphanage abroad.
"I wonder what I'll look like when I"m grown."
The document we receive is not called a Mothering Certificate, it's a Certificate of Live Birth. So why isn't the birth mother's name on there?
My daughter was two when I first met her at the orphanage in Russia. I knew nothing about the first years of her life, and she has no conscious memories of that time—but an elaborate fantasy life that she cultivated gave me a glimpse into how she may have experienced her early years.
My little brother was stunned, and I was enraged, when a schoolmate asked an innocent question.
She was a motherless five-year-old living in an Ethiopian orphanage. The package in her hands promised a brighter future.
Taking my daughter to visit her birth mother, I found that, while shared genes make them alike in some ways, it’s shared experiences that make us family.
There is an irrevocable moment when you become a parent, an instant when the idea of your child enters your heart forever.
Our newly adopted baby didn't like to cuddle, and, when needed us, he either banged his head on the floor or screamed at the top of his lungs.
I've reached a point in life where both my young daughter and my aging mother depend on me. Can I afford to be fragile?
I wasn’t going to just wait around during the wait. Instead, I filled the time with networking, decorating the baby’s nursery, and more.
Looking back at her sometimes difficult transition to family life, a mom describes learning to take care of herself as well as her daughter.
The desire to give our children a history is something we all share. Here's how I turned the story of bringing my son home into an adoption memoir.
From a rocky start, we've built a relationship with our children's birth families that has enriched their lives, and ours.
After adopting in mid-life, I found I welcomed the role of single parent. Perhaps this is because I can deal only with one big relationship at a time, and my daughter takes up all the room.
Whether you follow rituals from your own childhood or establish new ones, one truth remains the same: Traditions are what memories are made of. Here, four families share their stories.
A book club to read about our children’s birth cultures became a support group, a forum to discuss the similar parenting issues we were facing.
Hugging our new dog, my daughter learns that no matter what the behavior, our family is forever.