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This post is by Tiffany one of my friends I met on an adoption forum years ago. She’s fierce about what’s right, what’s wrong, she’s also an adoptive mom. A while ago, I asked her to write a post that might help others understand the complexity and challenges of adoption. She said she’d tell her story and see if that helped. This is a long-read so grab a beverage before digging in. This is a must read. Thank you my friend.
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We are the adopted children of our parents, we (nor them) have any say in that, it’s the legal definition.
We now have a new qualifier being attached to adoptees – we are a first mom’s birth child.
Can we please stop adding qualifiers to adoptees, last time I checked, there was nothing wrong with just being called their child. Why add a qualifier, we didn’t disqualify you, we had no say or choice in the matter. And really, it stings that you can’t even claim your child is your child. And if it is the professionals in adoption telling you to call your child that, here’s a thought, they’re wrong. Tell them that, and that perhaps, they should talk to adoptees about what we want to be called.
Ugh, just ugh.
Adoptees, do feel free to weigh in on what you think of being called your mother’s birth child.
From my understanding this may be part of someone’s faith and I’m not trying to disrespect that, but delve respectfully into how problematic that can be in adoption. Nor am I trying to disrespect parents who feel that way down the road that their family was what their family was supposed to be, that seems different somehow. Read the rest of this entry »
We didn’t do Mother’s Day per se, at least not like it’s done today. We’d say Happy Mother’s Day at the breakfast table while eating the breakfast mom cooked. All Sunday breakfasts were special, we weren’t having oatmeal (or ‘mush’) and fruit for starters, like we had weekday mornings, and it was better than Saturday when we’d get non-sweetened cold cereal (that we saw as a weekly treat) and fruit. Sunday’s, we’d have either pancakes or waffles (sometimes with hot blueberry sauce for syrup), or eggs and toast and fruit, sometimes even hot fruit on toast (you probably have no idea what that is, or how yummy that was). Read the rest of this entry »
Last night I got stressed out by what occurred when an expectant mom made a post on an adoption page asking for information. What happened robbed me of sleep for several hours as I just kept thinking about it, this morning, it was the first thing on my mind and it’s still there now. So here I am trying hard to come up with a way to frame this that can be heard, needs to be heard, while the cynic in me is saying, those who need to hear and understand, aren’t going to read a post telling them they’re wrong. I still have to try. Read the rest of this entry »
I wrote this five years ago. I know this may not be the narrative of all, it is for some, perhaps many. The price they paid is too high. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve posted The Danger Of A Single Story by Chimanda Ngozi Adichie every year in November since I first posted it in 2010. Listening to her talk never gets old, rather, it seems, I get something new from it every time. Perhaps why it stays relevant is that it applies to so many different areas in life for different people. Perhaps, because it’s filled with wisdom that always has value, adds value every time you hear it.
Why do people look for stories from first mothers that are positive stories of choosing adoption? Is it more about their need for someone to say it wasn’t traumatic and absolve them from any feelings of guilt for participating? Is it because it reinforces that there are some who choose adoption because they truly don’t wish to mother their child? Those are the only reasons I can think of, I’m sure there are others reasons, but stay with me as I try to explain what I mean. Read the rest of this entry »
Most connected to adoption know that white mothers from the BSE (1947-1973) were shamed for being unwed and pregnant. That, community knowledge of the pregnancy brought shame down upon the entire family, and why, mothers were often sent away to maternity homes, or to relatives elsewhere, until after the birth and surrender of their baby for adoption. Read the rest of this entry »
Although I haven’t shared my adoption story here, and likely won’t ever, I have shared parts in other places, and perhaps even here that I wasn’t happy when I came home. The reality was that for months on end, I screamed unless I was sleeping, or being rocked which helped in the moment, but one other action made me calm…
Lori has good post up today that’s well worth reading about Dear Abby. It’s also a very timely post, as last night I was thinking about how confusing it was to be an adoptee at that age. Specifically, early teens, and how I reacted while trying to define my identity, it was not a wonderful time, to put it mildly.