Letter Writer: I came across your post “He Wants to Live with His Birth Mother. Now what?” — because I’m living it.
I am an adoptive mother of three. My son, now 23 , graduated from college this past May. Throughout his upbringing his father and I would talk about adoption from time to time and always told him (and the other kids, too) if they ever wanted to search for their birth parents we encourage and support and will help in anyway possible.
None of our kids ever took an interest, until earlier this year when my son was in his senior year of college. It seemed from out of nowhere, but all of a sudden he wanted to reach out to his birth mother. I knew her last name and the state she last lived in. With that information, voilà, he found her on Facebook.
My son met with a counselor who specialized in adoption search and reunion and we met with them to navigate the process. My son asked for my help, asked if I could message her through Facebook. At first I was hesitant but after composing what I thought was a thoughtful , acceptable letter, the message was sent.
That was February of 2016. We held our breath. Will she open the message, will she be open to corresponding, will she reject him? What will happen???
Fast forward a few months. We flew her and her entire family to his college town to attend his graduation this spring. They stayed for a week. Four weeks later my son decided to move to another state and live with them.
So this has been a whirlwind. It has been such an array of emotions. I am so grateful his biological family accepted him and immediately loved him and were open and kind and appreciative towards us.
On my bad days I feel like….. what. just. happened.
Continue reading So Many Emotions About My Son’s Adoption Reunion
Dexter and I walk. We amble the same neighborhood most days. He never fails to find new and interesting things to smell. I never fail to find new and interesting things to see.
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Jess simultaneously straddles two sides of The Adoption Wait — waiting to get picked as adoptive parents and waiting to be matched as embryo donors (there’s a new development on that on her blog).
In this guest post about her ridiculously crazy journey through infertility, third party reproduction, and adoption, Jess tells how her beliefs evolved from conventional wisdom (let’s not worry about those pesky genetic origins) to a viewpoint that’s perhaps more informed and empathetic.
Continue reading From Infertility to Openness: The Evolution of Jessica
Back before Orlando and Istanbul, when we were still talking about Stanford rapist Brock Turner and the rape culture that he, his parents, and the judge arose from and perpetuate, I remember reading lots of opinions about the fact that alcohol had been involved. The gist was something like this: just because the survivor was drunk doesn’t mean she was to blame. (Example.)
True that. I absolutely agree.
And still, it feels to me like we got hung up on assigning blame, which prevented us from discussing prevention.
I want my kids to understand the perils of getting drunk (or compromised by any means) and the possible scenarios that can unfold when they are unable to make sound decisions for themselves.
Does my wish stem from a blame-the-victim mindset? I think not, and here’s why.
Continue reading Parenting Teens Amid Rape Culture