adoption ramblings

[percival]

Somehow I think – don’t laugh – that maybe we’re meant to adopt. My husband is so patient, and my heart really goes out to these poor kids in orphanages without a future. We’d make really good adoptive parents. We both can love kids no matter whether they’re biologically ours or not, and I’m good with languages and love learning about different cultures. I’m sure I can be there for an internationally adopted kid when his/her time comes to go back to her roots. I’ll be good at letting go. All kids are only ours for a short while; they’re on loan. Adopted kids are no different, and if they go back to search for their roots, that’s a normal part of finding their identity. It doesn’t mean that they reject their adoptive family. I keep hearing stories of international adoptions, and I keep rooting for the parents to get their kids as soon as possible, sharing the excitement and the frustration and the joy. Whatever adoption is, it’s not a second-best choice, it’s an alternative way of building a family. I know now that it’s not a cure for the pain of infertility, but it’s a cure for the pain of being without kids to raise.

I’ve also come to realise that my husband is pretty unique in that he accepted adoption as a solution very early on in the game. Having a family is what matters to him. I’m going to talk matters over with my husband some time over the next year or so, because once we start the adoption process, I want to make sure that we’ll go all the way, no matter whether we reproduce naturally or not.

Comments

[perceval.livejournal.com]

One step in adopting internationally is putting aside our own criticism of our child's culture and accepting it for what it is.

Wise words from an alpha female. I can see how that attitude "we got you out of there, be grateful" could quickly become poisonous.