adoption
Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.
Everyone Around Me Tried to Stop My Adoption.
When I became pregnant in 2008, the timing couldn’t be worse. I was in the middle of leaving the child’s father, just starting my third year at university, and barely had any income. But it’s also remarkably stupid to have unprotected sex with someone you’re trying to leave. In any case, it happened. Initially, the father and I decided to stay together, keep the pregnancy, and have a go at being a family. However, while we could make the finances work for year one, beyond that it was increasingly untenable.
By Leigh Wynter (she/her)5 years ago in Families
The Letter
I walked through the hallway of my dingy apartment building, the smell of weed thick in the air. I wrinkled my nose. I reached my door and shoved my key in the lock. I turned the handle, and like always, the door was stuck. I gave a good boot to the bottom right corner and stumbled into my apartment. I sighed and kicked off my boots. I walked to the fridge and grabbed myself a beer. I worked at the local donation place, and to say today had been a rough day had been an understatement.
By Hailey Smith5 years ago in Families
Disguised Curse of the Little Black Book
Deep in the heart of central Texas was a legend passed down from generations to generations. This is no ordinary legend. For you see, the chain of custody was about to be broken between generations that unleashed an unsuspecting and disguised curse upon unbelieving and selfish family members. Several family members laughed about the legend and decided they would share their family legend with others in the local community. The town elder, a woman by the name Knownaw, which means mother of knowing the truth, warned the family if they revealed the legend to outsiders of the family, a curse will be set in motion and the family potentially will lose its legacy.
By Dr. Carlette Satterwhite5 years ago in Families
WinningIsLosing
My ledger, which happens to be a little black book, is dedicated to keeping track of money given to foster children. These kids are my kids and I need to find a way to help them through life, as any good parent would. It's not easy since there are so many of them, 300,000-500,000 a year, I've narrowed it down to the 40,000-60,000 that age out of the system being the ones at the most risk. These kids are the ones that don't get adopted, for whatever reason, and at eighteen are kicked out of the system. They may or may not have the support they need after leaving their last foster home and that's where I come in. Sometimes these kids don't even have ID and have no idea how to go about getting one. This too I can help them with.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Families
Ancestral Gifts
Ancestral Gifts I grew up with little in the way of family. My mother grew up in foster care, and my paternal grandmother passed before I was born. While I knew my paternal grandfather, he lived far away; I only saw him once or twice a year. The only child of only children, I was often alone and became self-reliant. I knew there would be no one else I could depend upon in life, so I looked to myself for answers.
By Tracey Heisler5 years ago in Families
Ancestral Gifts
Ancestral Gifts I grew up with little in the way of family. My mother grew up in foster care, and my paternal grandmother passed before I was born. While I knew my paternal grandfather, he lived far away; I only saw him once or twice a year. The only child of only children, I was often alone and became self-reliant. I knew there would be no one else I could depend upon in life, so I looked to myself for answers.
By Tracey Heisler5 years ago in Families
The Brother I Never Knew
“Sorry for your loss,” a man says to me as he walks pass the casket. My mother must have been a well-known individual in this community. Everyone for the pass hour has been telling me how much of a good woman she was. I wouldn’t know. According to my foster mom, Elizabeth, my mother gave me up for adoption when I was one years old. I only came to the funeral to see what she looked like. For years, I’ve had mixed feelings about her. On one hand, she gave me up and never checked on me. I’d hope she would want to see how I’ve turned out. I’m 21 and about to graduate to be a delivery labor nurse. I worked hard to get where I am now with the help of Elizabeth. A part of me is happy she did give me up though because I would not have met Elizabeth. She has been the best mother I could have ever asked for. This funeral is my way to express my anger with the woman would did not want me. I will say my piece then get on with my life.
By D'Aisha Tolbert5 years ago in Families
