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.
When my granddaughter asked me if I was the “real” mother of her mom, whom I adopted as an infant, I found a way to help her explore her many real connections, through biology, law, and love.
As a father who raised a child from birth and is now parenting older children adopted from foster care, I’ve come to see that the game and pieces may, indeed, be the same, but you have to play in an entirely different way.
Much like the trimesters of pregnancy, I moved through phases of worry, disbelief, and pure joy while I waited to adopt.
Like all mixed race families in America, we face stereotyping as a matter of course. These six lessions have helped enrich my family.