adoption
Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.
Dear Daddy
Dear Daddy, Thank you for making me your daughter. Even though blood says that I’m not yours you’ve always gone above and beyond to show me that I’m yours. Thank you for giving me your last name. You didn’t have to but you did and for that I’ll always hold on to it. Thank you for always giving and showing me love. Each day of my life you never failed to show me that you love and care for me. I remember those days when I was a little girl and you’d come home from work to shower me with hugs and kisses. You’d tickle me and throw me in the air. You’d pretend to play me like a guitar when we’d listen to crazy music. I remember those days when we’d struggle together to comb out my hair for school. It was frustrating to me but you always made it better when you tried. We’d laugh about it because it was always worse than what I did. I remember you’d make me sit and watch the animal channel with you. Oh how I hated it! But I loved it because it meant that you still wanted to spend time with me. I also remember those shows that you made me watch about the kids who’d invite strangers to their house. Those shows stuck with me because it showed me what not to do. Til this day I’ve still been afraid to meet people on the internet. Each year for Christmas was hard because we never had enough money for many gifts but you always managed to make it the best. Each year I always got a few extra gifts from you. I remember each year on Father’s Day I’d always make you a card. Do you still have them? It’s ok if you don’t. You’ve always treated me like a princess. And I want to say thank you for that. You never made me feel like an outsider and you’ve always been there for me through it all. Whenever I call you’re there on other side of the phone line helping me out. You are a super dad and nothing less. You can get a little crazy sometimes but I know it’s all for the best. I LOVE YOU! And I could never thank you enough but I’ll never stop trying.
By Human Human7 years ago in Families
Rags
I keep a bunny in a bag in my desk drawer. There is a bunny in a bag inside a square little drawer, a childhood memory tucked away like a textbook that has been forgotten to be used. She sits there like a memento from a time when I believed in the person that gave her to me.
By Becca Volk8 years ago in Families
The Adoption Process
Love is simply not enough when it comes to adopting a child. No matter how much you love children, love is just one of the many components involved in the adoption process. As a former caseworker, I have listened to adoptive parents describe the amount of love they will give their adoptive child. It is during the interview process that I help prospective adoptive parents realize that love will not be enough for an adopted child, no matter how heartfelt and sincere they are.
By Clara Harrison8 years ago in Families
The Adoptive Homestudy
If you are interested in expanding your family through adoption, you will need to prepared to complete the adoption process. So what is the process and how long will it take? The process itself and the time involved will differ from state to state, as each state has its own requirements to be approved as an adoptive parent. However, there are common requirements that must be met by all states. As you explore the idea of adoption, you will need to determine what the requirements are in the state that you reside.
By Clara Harrison8 years ago in Families
Why I Am Who I Am
My name is Derek and I was born in Kitale, Kenya. When I was around 4 years of age I realized that home was not a safe place for me so I walked into town to see if I could have a better life there. My mother had abandoned my brother and I as babies and we were living with extended family that didn’t have the capacity to care for us. I knew I had to find a better life for us if we were to survive. I lived on the streets for over a year and made many friends with the other street boys that lived there with me. Some of them were nice to me, and some of them weren’t. Life on the streets was hard but friends made it better. I had a friend named John Pokot. He was a few years older and had lived on the streets much longer than me so he showed me how to survive on the streets.
By Derek Hamer8 years ago in Families
My Unconventional Childhood and Why It Won't Define Me
Family is not defined by who was there when you began; it is defined by who stayed through it all. It is not defined by a man and a woman raising their biological child; it is defined by the experiences that you share with the people that you love, and who it is that would sacrifice everything for you. Family thrives in all different forms. I consider my friends to be my family. My dog is my family. My boyfriend is my family.
By Ella Riley8 years ago in Families
Placing My Daughter for Adoption
The moment I found out I was pregnant was very raw for me. It was a moment I was not expecting to have for years down the road. Being unmarried, I did not plan to get pregnant until after being married. Not only was it something I did not want for myself, being born to an unmarried mother was not something I wanted for any child I would have. It was the end of the day, I was expecting my period, and I was craving chicken wings. The thought crossed my mind that there was a chance I could be pregnant. It was something I didn't want to think about, yet I found myself in my yellow VW Bug driving to target to buy a pee stick. When I got home, I took the test. I bawled. I was angry at myself for getting into this situation; a situation I was not nearly equipped for.
By Alexis Fox8 years ago in Families
He'll Never Know His Daughter
He'll Never Know His Daughter Everyone has their story. My story replays like a movie in my head. But not like a good movie where you want to snack on some popcorn and kick back and enjoy. No, not like that. More along the lines of "Umm..what the fuck did I just watch?" kind of movie. Let's rewind the tape back 23 years. My mom was dating a Navy sailor. Romantic, huh? It was up until those two blue lines appeared, then he was gone. Fast forward eight months after I was born. My mom met a wonderful man who chose to be my father. They got married when I was two and then at three years old, The Sailor revoked his rights and allowed my FATHER to adopt me.
By Halie Marie8 years ago in Families
