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.
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 potential neighbors were looking at the house for sale next door, this mom of a biracial child mas mainly worried they wouldn't be friendly or would paint their house purple — until race came up.
A single mom's decision to adopt a second time.