adoption
Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.
Should You Have an Open Adoption?
When you decide to adopt a child, there are many different options that you may not have ever thought of. You might want to adopt a child from another country, though there are plenty in the United States that are available also. You may want to find one who has some special needs, because you want to give him or her the best life possible. There are even times when you can choose to adopt a child, while the mother is still pregnant.
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Families
The Long Journey Home
The last thing I remembered before the sun went down were the fields of sunflowers. Ukraine was known for its sunflowers. I remember the nervous smile of my husband standing in the doorway of the old, weary bus we were traveling on. I remember the sweet babushka sitting near the window in the seat next to me. It was sweltering hot on the bus. I had a small rechargeable fan clipped to the seat in front of me, but even on high, it did little more than force the hot, stale air to move around me sluggishly. Here I was. Sweating, starving, and nervous jumping all over a pothole-riddled road on a bus in part of the former Soviet Union, now a proud independent nation. I would have been miserable save for one overwhelming detail. Tomorrow I was going to meet my daughter.
By Jerene Buckles4 years ago in Families
Struggling to live
The struggles I faced as an adopted child This world is full of challenges and struggles everyday of one’s life. This world does not offer peace but on the contrary. You never know what you will face when you get up in the morning that is if you do get up. Being an adopted child is no different. We face a world of unanswered questions and no answers. What did I do? Why does no one love me? Where do I go from here? When will I be with someone that loves me? In this essay, I hope to shed some light on why this happened to me and what life has been like being an adopted child.
By William Holt4 years ago in Families
My Story
Hello my name is Kianna Hess and I am an ordinary girl from Alaska. I was born in Alaska and raised in Wyoming. I was adopted out to Cheyenne, Wyoming with one(1) of my biological siblings. I have 5 biological siblings that I truly love with all of my heart. With my adopted family there are eight(8) other siblings. Did I enjoy my life with my adopted family? If you ask me I would not because of how they treated my brother and I. My brother and I were treated so badly by the adopted family that it affects our lives now after 11 years of being with them. There was so much abuse that my brother and I went through well being with the adopted family not only does it affect us, but it affects other biological siblings. The adopted family wants my brother and I to talk to them because they miss you supposedly. I personally don’t believe it because of what they put me through and not only me, but my brother also. I am grateful for the time I had with the adopted family, but I will never be able to forgive them for what they have done to my brother and I. Life after leaving the adopted family has been so much better for me. Can’t speak so much for my brother, but I can say that he is a better person than he was before. I graduated high school in 2016 and I moved back up to Alaska to see My biological mother after 11 years of not being able to see or hear from her. I am a Momma’s girl. I love my Momma with all of my heart. I was so excited to see her after 11 years. Of course there were tears from My Momma and I. I was able to sit down and talk to my Momma and tell her everything that has happened to my brother and I. Let’s just say there were alot of tears and sadness coming from my Momma and I. It was very hard for me personally to tell my Momma what happened in Wyoming because I am very personal and don’t like to talk about the bad things that happened to my brother and I. But one(1) of the lessons that I have learned from my Momma is to open up and talk about things even if it is hard. Life for me now has been a blessing because I am back with my biological family and in a relationship. God has been a huge blessing in my life and I am forever grateful for what he has done for me, but also my family. Being adopted was hard for me, but it has shown me what to be grateful for in life because a lot of people don’t have the opportunity to be or get adopted. There are alot of kids who don’t get the opportunity like I did, so that’s why I am grateful for getting adopted despite the things I went through just to get to where I am today. Being taken away from my Momma was hard on me, but I wasn’t the only one. It was hard on my Momma, my two(2) brothers and I. We are much much closer now. The End!!!!! I will be continuing this Chapter later, so if you like please let me know and I will gladly start Chapter 2. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
By Kianna Hess4 years ago in Families
When Does a Father Lose Parental Rights?
A father has parental authority over his child. Parental authority is the set of rights and obligations that a father has that let the father decide for their child until they turn 18. In divorce cases, the judge understands that the child needs the love of both mothers and fathers. Therefore, the decision of custody and visitation rights is awarded to each parent, keeping the “best interest of the child” in mind.
By Ava Sanghvia4 years ago in Families
Immigrants Among Us. Top Story - August 2021.
On January 28, 2017, a protest was held at JFK International Airport to oppose the implementation of then-President Trump's executive order (#13769,) that called for a suspension of all immigration to the United States for a period of 120 days. As hopeful immigrants were being turned away, I remembered being an impatient three-year-old in that very terminal, waiting to pick up my new baby brother who was flying from Vietnam with a plane full of other refugees. The plane of war-orphaned babies and children was held up at customs in Paris for nine hours, and people were afraid that their children were going to be turned away. More than forty years later, the place where we had once welcomed these immigrants, was now turning other hopefuls away.
By Allison Rice4 years ago in Families
Becoming a Kim
‘The truth is my mother kind of gave up. But I wouldn’t realize that until much later. To be honest, prior to my 11th year of life, I didn't think things were going that bad. But then again that’s the nice thing about childhood, right? Everything kind of goes over your head. You never quite realize the acuteness of your circumstances until your much older and they slap you in the face.
By Rahji Chelle 4 years ago in Families
Please, Take My Baby?
The bizarre was loud with the sound of street vendors and the stench of manure was rife. It rained earlier that morning which settled the dust, but the unsealed ground was soft and squelchy. Mud stuck to Eloise’s flip flops, weaselled between her toes, splashed her ankles — the only part of her leg she was allowed to show — and up her red harem pants. In a place with open sewage, she knew the brown sludge was more than just soil. The rubber soles of her open shoes made a slurping sound as they suctioned too and from the ground with each step. It’s dirt, she told herself. Plain, boring old dirt. Before she left home four months ago, she expected to be greeted by the smell of spices, flowers and incense at the markets across India, but she quickly realised that was a very westernised view of the place. Those aromas were definitely there when standing next to a stall that sold any of those things but, first and foremost, the air was dominated with the scent of rubbish, livestock, and excrement of cows that survived on a diet of binned vindaloo.
By Charlotte K4 years ago in Families
A blissful day.
She never knew her parents. The moment she was born she was already just another case file among the millions of other kids lost in the system. Her parents never planned to have her, so they gave her up to be fostered by a family who could take better care of her. At least they wanted the best for her in that way. In her early childhood, she saw many families, slept in many beds and heard many promises being made to her. But for some reason no one ever stayed. Finally, at the age of eight, a couple and their teenage son came to visit her at the Sunshine Centre for Kids. She was in the sunroom as she always was, painting an impression of the kittens laying under the summer sun by the fence outside. She found the imagery of the three little kittens with their bellies exposed towards the blue sky a very comforting and delightful visual. As she was painting the final strokes of the skyline, she heard her name called out from behind her. She turned around and saw the Albright family standing in a row.
By thesubmarinekid5 years ago in Families
