adoption
Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.
He'll Never Know His Daughter
He'll Never Know His Daughter Everyone has their story. My story replays like a movie in my head. But not like a good movie where you want to snack on some popcorn and kick back and enjoy. No, not like that. More along the lines of "Umm..what the fuck did I just watch?" kind of movie. Let's rewind the tape back 23 years. My mom was dating a Navy sailor. Romantic, huh? It was up until those two blue lines appeared, then he was gone. Fast forward eight months after I was born. My mom met a wonderful man who chose to be my father. They got married when I was two and then at three years old, The Sailor revoked his rights and allowed my FATHER to adopt me.
By Halie Marie8 years ago in Families
Mama
They wouldn't tell me who you are, who you were. "I love that lady." Do you remember that day at Chuckee Cheese? I was terrified of the ball pit. My overactive imagination thought the multi-colored plastic balls were swallowing the other children. I didn't understand that there was a net at the bottom. Catching them. Keeping them safe. I was sure that it was endless and that if I went in I would never came out. You held me near the entrance, you explained to me how it worked. We would take individual balls out so I could hold them. So I could feel their weight. You helped me understand. You patiently taught me until I was no longer afraid.
By Mira Archuleta8 years ago in Families
Meet Me in Guangzhou
My husband and I boarded the 15-hour flight to Guangzhou, China. We had spent the last fourteen months completing all the necessary paperwork, preparing our home, and packing and re-packing our suitcases. Finally, the time had come to meet our ten-month-old daughter for the first time.
By Tonya Hieser8 years ago in Families
Six Lovelies and How They Grew
My husband and I have six children, five of whom are adopted. Our three eldest, adopted children all have a variety of diagnosed irregularities, including: attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), oppositional defiance disorder, prenatal exposure to alcohol and/or drugs or both, resulting in fetal alcohol spectrum disorder (FASD), or learning disabilities, complex behaviors and attachment disorders—in no particular order. We have dealt with many challenges over the years!
By Joyce Hamelin8 years ago in Families
Who Am I?
Ever sit and question who you are? Where you came from? Those are questions I asked myself everyday for 30 years. Growing up, I always knew I was different. I didn't belong to the family which I grew up with. Something wasn't right and I needed to know.
By Sally Hands8 years ago in Families
Chosen
Chosen. That word perfectly describes me and my brother. As kids, we were chosen. But it didn't start out that way. We were born almost four years apart. We have the same mother but different fathers. From the time he was a teenager, my biological father was in and out of jail or prison. The story is that he loved me very much. But he loved drugs more. So it was no surprise that after I was born he couldn't stay out of trouble. I saw him off and on between incarcerations. He'd come by to tell me he loved me and bring me my favorite candy bar: a Butterfinger. I never visited him in jail. We wrote letters back and forth. I definitely received more letters than face-to-face visits. Letters and Butterfingers. Those are what I remember of him. I don't remember what he looks like, how he sounds, or any distinguishable thing about him. If I saw him in public, I probably would walk by without noticing.
By Kayla Agnew8 years ago in Families
The People Who Changed My Life, I Call Them Mom and Dad
Adoption is special. Adoption helps kids have a chance in the world to be loved and to be happy. If I wasn't adopted who knows where I would be. Definitely not here talking to all of you wonderful people about my adoption story. Let me begin...
By Clair Rhodes8 years ago in Families
