adoption
Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.
HalfCircle
All my life I have wanted nothing more then to have a family. My family was no more, when in reality I have always been alone. My mother put my brother and I up for adoption when I was six and he was eight. By the second foster home we were in the state decided to separate us in the hopes we would be adopted quicker. It failed in this purpose with us both not getting adopted until the age of twelve.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Families
Another Full Circle
There she stood, off in the distance though I was closing it fast, my adopted momster. Don't get me wrong, she's good to everyone else but me, so goes the story of my life. It was probably four or so years ago that she found me again after disowning me when I was fifteen and I'm now 52, you do the math. Anyway, now she is like one of my bestfriends. We text everyday and we visit in person every chance we get. She has asked me to forgive her for getting rid of me and I think I have but not having ever been forgiven myself I'm not sure I know how. She still won't tell me why, even though I already know.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Families
The Giveaway
He watched the young lady tearfully hand over her baby to the new parents who would adopt the baby. The Young Lady peered at the man standing just outside her room. He had such distinct facial features, she thought, noting the chiseled cheeks, his deep blue recessed eyes, and scruffy beard.
By Elle P. Brown5 years ago in Families
Traded for a Cadillac
Traded for a Cadillac Millie kissed her husband and kids goodbye just before she walked out the door for the airport. She hated this part. The part where she had to travel for her job and leave her boys, but she loved her job. She was grateful her career allowed her to make an impact on so many young lives.
By Billie Hardison5 years ago in Families
A Mother's Flight
Athena was no stranger to loss. As the mirror of her husband’s eyes closed on her for the final time, she cursed the obtusity of the human race. Rat poison! Her white, heart shaped face betrayed the red rage of her anger, and her feathers ruffled and shivered at the memory of his last desperate breath. With Merlin gone, and her clutch having flown the nest, Athena found herself alone.
By Laura Brown 5 years ago in Families
Night Soul
I am only six years old and I do not know where I am. I am small and afraid and I do not like the smell of this pillow or how hard the bed is. I liked the smell of my old pillow and the softness of my other mattress. I do not know the lady or the man who have big, smiley teeth. The lady smells like lavender. I do like that smell because it reminds me of the purple tree flowers that my Nana had in her yard. My mummy used to lift me up and put my face right into the pretty flowers and they smelled delicious. I do not know where my mummy has gone. She told me all the time that I was her sunshine, her only sunshine and that she loved me to the moon and back. She would tell me that she would never give up and she is not far away. I do not know what that means. I know she is not here. The lady and the man say I can call them mummy and daddy, but they are not my mummy and daddy. My mummy has long hair and dark eyes that crinkle when she laughs. My mummy sings songs to me and her favorite one is about me being her sunshine. I do not really know who my daddy is, but I know he is not the man with the grizzly beard and the big voice. I look out the window and it is dark and scary because my teddy bear is not here. He is gone too. Maybe he is with mummy. I hear funny sounds out my window. The new mummy comes in and helps me to lie down on the new pillow. She tucks the soft blanket up under my chin. She smiles with her big teeth and she tells me she will keep me safe. I like the sound of her soft voice. I like that she will keep me safe.
By Joyce Hamelin5 years ago in Families
Unbreakable Siblings
Having been born into an extremely poor family, let alone in a third world country, my brother and I were then forced to face the rest of life as adoptee's. The two of us were adopted into separate families and in completely opposite locations; I grew up in the United States and my brother, in the Bahamas.
By Carrie Maria5 years ago in Families
Adopted & Reunited (Part 2)
Many years ago I had it in my mind to attempt to find my biological family. To learn about my roots, where I came from. Keep in mind how much more primitive the internet was around 20 years ago than it is now, which made things feel like searching for a needle in the proverbially haystack.
By Steve Horgan5 years ago in Families
Adopted & Reunited
Call me Steve Snow. Being adopted at birth, I grew up never knowing my biological family. My name consisted of a first and middle name followed by a number to obscure my identity as part of the process to effectively make me nameless and impossible to trace due to laws of redaction of birth records at the time, if you could find any meaningful leads at all.
By Steve Horgan5 years ago in Families
WTF do you mean “I wasn’t wanted”
”How does it feel to know that you weren’t wanted?” I will never forget that question I was asked. I was 12 years old and started middle school at “THE” best private school in Orlando. (Hindsight is definitely 2020). Everyone already knew each other because they had been together since Kindergarten and lived a few miles apart from each other and that was only because their family homes were that big. Already nervous to find my place and try to make friends I walked into my first Bible class ever after my very lonely lunch. As I take my seat and everyone settles in the teacher opens up and asks “Is anyone hear Adopted”. Well shit I raised my hand so high and proud. I thought this was my moment, this was my moment to connect. Well I looked around and realized I was the only raising my hand. He proceeded to ask me my name and then he asked me that question that changed my opinion of myself for the rest of my life. “How did it make you feel to know that you weren’t wanted?” WTF do you mean I wasn’t wanted?? Who didn’t want me? Why didn’t they want me? You mean someone didn’t love me and got rid of me? Was I not good enough? Did I cry too much? Was I an ugly baby? What the hell do you mean someone didn’t want me?? All the thoughts that ran through my head as I stood up and ran out of classroom crying. I called my mom and said I wasn’t wanted? That’s what adoption really means? I remember it like yesterday as my mom pulled into the drop off area and ran to me as she saw her baby girl crying and heartbroken. That day forever changed my life and how I perceived myself. I had so many questions. I was so confused. From day one my parents always told my brother and I that we were adopted. Every night I laid my head down to go to bed underneath a picture that read “You are special because you were chosen”. How could I be special when this man who taught about Christ and Bible tell me I wasn’t wanted. That day is the day that I unfortunately let define me and little did I know that little moment would have brought me to where I am today.
By Jenny Davis 5 years ago in Families
