I came to this journey with my own story, and Hope came with hers. My story has some loss; her story has a lot of loss. I like to say we found each other. We’re well suited as a mother-daughter pair.
I know my place as her adoptive mom. I know what happened with her parents. She needed a home, and I wanted a home. I didn’t exactly pray for her, and I know that her family feels her loss. I know that she deeply feels the loss of her family. They have all told me, and I have listened.
I catch all the hell that spills out from that deep loss. I regularly express some of my own emotion related to my loss and hers.
I love her so very much. I believe she loves me too.
I can honestly say that I don’t know anything about international or infant adoption. Nothing. I don’t know anything. I can’t speak to it, and I won’t try to. Heck I’m not an adoption expert on anything but my and Hope’s adoption.
I know that there many, many children in the foster care system. Sure we can have loads of conversations about how we could have/should have preserved families. We can talk about how to better support families, women and children especially. We can talk at length about corruption in the adoption world.
And still there would be children needing permanent homes. And I hope that there are families who have homes to share.
Adoption is a tragic, yet beautifully, complicated process. It is imperfect. It can be flawed. Its very need is predicated on individual and familial loss and disasters of all kinds. The process is populated with all kinds of folks. And like any institution it can be mired in practices and policies that are baffling, disruptive and even unethical.
All of that is true. And yet, still there are children who need permanent homes, and good people who want to and can provide them.
I am glad that I chose this path; I knew early on that adoption would be a part of my journey. I didn’t think it would quite be like this, but it is what it is. I love this daughter that I share with someone out there. She is without question or hesitation the most amazing, challenging person in my life and our little family is the happiest, crappiest, best thing I’ve ever been a part of.
I am not naive that she will have her own voice, her own narrative and that it will be drastically different than my own. It’s ok. It’s hers, and this is mine.
I want children to have families. I would love for children to stay with their own families, but I know that that is not always possible. I am glad I have a home for Hope. I am unapologetic in going through this process with her, with her becoming my daughter and me becoming her mom.
I love her more than anything. She has been a blessing to me. I hope I have been good for her.
I would hope that there are other voices like mine who can embrace the various truths about adoption that exist. I am unapologetic in promoting adoption, particularly of older children (because that’s what I know). I hope that more people of color will consider adoption. I hope that more families are preserved, and when that isn’t possible that families will be created for children who need them.
So, with that I am committed to acknowledging National Adoption Awareness Month and National Adoption Day this weekend. Adoption has been a beautifully, complicated journey for me, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to create my family through this process.