We need to acknowledge that a grief-free experience is not likely for anyone involved. We need to teach people not to be afraid of grief, and that when dealt with intentionally, grief need not own us.
My three girls take turns being the squeaky wheel, and my focus on each girl waxes and wanes. What never wavers is my love. Whether flesh of my flesh or soul of my soul, I love each daughter as a whole.
In the moments of their adoption -- like the moment of Jenna's baby's conception -- a split was created in our children between their biology and their biography. Being open about our children's origins is an effective way to heal this split and help them integrate their identities.
I didn’t know which was worse -- to be adopted or to be deaf. I didn’t look like my family and I talked funny. I didn’t fit
During the party Saskia’s grandmothers -- Caroline’s mother and stepmother -- discussed why the adoption continued to be
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When I started this search 20 years ago, this is what I knew: When I was two months old, I was adopted through the Elizabeth Lund Home in Burlington, Vermont; my birthparents were young teenagers; my birthmother was white; my birthfather was black. That's all.
If nearly all domestic adoptions of infants are some degree of "open", isn't it time to make that the norm when it comes to sperm and egg donation, too?