If you’re my Facebook friend, you’ve already had to hear (read) me share this. But I’m so proud of it.
I’m an adoption realist. To me, adoption if very multifaceted and complicated. It’s life altering and amazing and a blessing – and full of loss. A mom loses a baby or child. A baby or child loses a mom or a family. And often a culture and language. Even in situations where children are taken from homes in which no children should ever live, there is a marked measure of loss for a child.
And in other circumstances, it doesn’t matter if a mom is “young” or “uneducated” or “made bad decisions.” It’s just not ideal for children to be separated from their parents.
And yet the world is not ideal. Some will disagree with me, but I believe there will always be a need and a place for adoption. If things were perfect and the world was perfectly beautiful, kids could always stay with their parents. But again, the world is not perfectly beautiful or ideal.
I love my kids more than life itself. They don’t believe that they were saved or rescued. Because they were not. They know how blessed I am to raise them. They know their histories – in age appropriate terms.
Still, I believe in the moments in adoption that change you forever. One of those is when I first held each of my children.
I gathered stories and pictures from another adoptive moms about those first few minutes with their babies, and I shared them in an article, Adoption photos: The moment I became a mom.
We celebrated the third anniversary of Molley’s adoption on April 7. For three years now, I’ve had the honor of being her mom. If you have a minute, you can read my last adoption anniversary post. Sadly, I didn’t write one this year because life was just too hectic. But here it is now, in an abbreviated version.
I am so incredibly proud of the collection of stories and pictures from other adoptive moms. I am grateful to each mom for sharing with me – and tens of thousands of others.
Adoption is wrought with controversy. I thought it was funny recently when I read a string of comments and questions on a local moms FB group I belong to. I didn’t say much – just read. People where shocked by the negative reactions we sometimes get. Simply writing about one’s experience is inviting criticism. I accept that. But I also refuse not to share and focus on the amazing and positive parts of adoption as well as the difficult ones. I’m forever altered and blessed because of my children and I want them to know that.
I proudly share this, along with my version of the experience, in addition to stories from other moms who are just as lucky as I am.
And I’ll share this for my Friday fun picture. My beautiful 3-year-old Molley, who I’ve had the pleasure of raising for three years and four weeks.
She totally smiles with her eyes!