I am a parent of multitudes. A parent of three, a stepparent of three, a grandparent of six, and a previous foster parent of two. Of course, most people would say I am a parent of three, and some people may even deny me that label. I adopted my three, existentially mine forever, beloved and … Read more
We were the white parents of 2 daughters, ages 4 and 2 in 1971, when we decided to add to our family through adoption. We were living in Columbia, Missouri at the time and though we lived in a college town and our social network was made up of people linked to the University, it … Read more
Before my adopted brother came into our family’s lives we had lost two potential babies. My birth mother died at a young age due to a misdiagnosed ectopic pregnancy in the 1940’s. Then my dad married again and his new wife lost a baby girl pre-birth. Instead of my continuing to face the world as … Read more
Perhaps the best known feeling of an Adopted Person, is the thinking of the Unknown. The Wondering. Both, in mind and soul. Who am I. Where did I come from. I can see Your parents, know Your parents. But, where are Mine. We. Are your Parents. States the Adopted Parent, adamantly. And we love You. … Read more
I was born March 23, 1978. In Corsican, Texas. The story was always told was my birth mother gave me up after she gave birth to me in the hospital. Then I was sent a foster home in Fort Worth, Texas. I was adopted at 2 months. My adopted family was from North Branch, Minnesota. They … Read more