adoption
Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.
Are you my Baby?
Another checkup, more waiting. She was used to these waiting rooms. The strong antiseptic smell from the maintenance worker mopping the floor was beginning to make her feel nauseas. She replayed in her mind the journey of how to get to the fresh air. Down the hall, left turn, down the hall, right turn, elevator. She glanced at her watch; appointment was supposed to start twenty minutes ago.
By Pie Robinson5 years ago in Families
Growing up adopted
I don't actually remember when I first knew that I had been adopted. I had had my suspicions from quite an early age, though. I knew that I was born in Scotland, but that my parents had never lived there - my mother lived for more than 100 years in the town where she was born, on the south coast of England.
By John Welford5 years ago in Families
Growing up Adopted
Chapter Three Although my childhood at home was idyllic, school was a different story. I was painfully shy and didn’t make friends easily. I had a huge desire to be liked and accepted, but I was also very awkward. My second-grade teacher noticed I liked to sit in the front row but was struggling to comprehend what was written on the chalk board. She suggested that I needed an eye exam. At the age of seven, I had to start wearing glasses. At first, I was excited! I thought glasses would make me look pretty and smart! Instead it became a problem. My vision was extremely near-sighted and it degraded so rapidly during my youth that I needed new prescriptions every six months. To put it bluntly, I was wearing “coke bottles” on my face. My eye doctor would ask about family vision history because it was most likely hereditary. My Mom would answer, “We don’t know. She is adopted.” I also had such crooked teeth that all of my baby teeth had to be pulled because my permanent teeth didn’t push them out like they are supposed to. I knew my ophthalmologist and dentist better than I knew some of my family members! To complete this unfortunate trifecta of awkwardness, I was an early bloomer, and reached my current height of 5’8 by the time I was twelve-years-old. Other than a couple of boys, I towered over everyone else until I got in high school.
By Renae Morris Schroeder5 years ago in Families
What are you?
I grew up in a small New England town with colonial homes, a few yacht clubs, white churches that no longer have their steeples, a town green and a population that is mostly anglo saxon and cookie cutter. The men wore khaki pants and button down shirts and the women shopped at the local Talbots downtown.
By Stargazer0095 years ago in Families
A good ending to a bad beginning.
Hello Everyone, My name is Bekki. I would like to talk to you about adoption and how it has affected me. I'm hoping it will give people hope and encouragement to be able to talk about difficult subjects that have happened to them in their lives. So, we start in a world of uncertainty, mixed race parents who were, let's say less than enthusiastic about keeping a child, and the life that mixed race was back in the 70's.
By Rebecca Green5 years ago in Families
Starting My Adoption Journey
When I was a child, there were two things that I had always wanted to do: write and publish a book and go to Japan. Coming into the end of my twenties, I've written many books and been to Japan twice. There is another wish that I've always wanted, but not until today did I feel it was time to make those steps: adopt a child. The reason I want to adopt a child as opposed to just having biological children is that there are so many children out there that need families. I used to like the idea of adopting a child abroad, but realistically that isn't possible with everything that is going on. It just feels right for me.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Families
My Fuzzy Buddies
A friend of mine called me and told me his girlfriend had puppies she needed to find homes for. He knew my dog just passed away. At the same time, I was in the process of moving. I made plans to look at the puppy he thought I would be interested in.
By Johanna Rogers5 years ago in Families
Growing up Adopted
Chapter Two We moved to a small farm in Sandy, Oregon when I was five months old. Our house was moved from where the I-205 freeway was being built at the time. I remember my parents saying the house cost $2500 and moving it also cost $2500. Coalman Road was narrow and winding and it was quite a feat to get the house out to the five acres that it would sit on. My paternal grandparents, Mac and Ruth Morris, had purchased 40 acres in 1950 in Sandy; they gave my parents five acres of that to put their house on. My parents would eventually purchase five more acres, to make our little farm bigger.
By Renae Morris Schroeder5 years ago in Families
A letter of gratitude
A letter to my mother, I know you had a choice when you found out I would be arriving in six months or less. No matter what choice you made, it would be a difficult one for a girl just turning seventeen, half way through her junior year of high school. Not to mention, the agony of telling your strict, Southern Baptist family that you were pregnant. Forget about being married. You didn't even have a steady boyfriend. It was your choice, and I owe you my life.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Families
