Her name was Fergie, she had been at the shelter for almost two years. She was rescued from a local town shelter at only six months old. A family want...
Little did we realize that our desire for another child would come true 10 times. Or that we would care for over 100 sick and medically fragile babies.
Of course that scary remark will come sooner or later: 'You are not even my real dad.' A child that is denied something 'utterly' important, or is 'unfairly' disciplined tries to find hurting words and comes up with the ones she or he thinks are the worst.
When you go before the judge, what is fair and just sometimes does not translate through the law.
I couldn't help but tear up when a little girl told the crowd that "adoption is when your auntie becomes your mommy." So much power in one sentence.
This latest chapter in a young child's heart-rending saga does offer an opportunity, however, to step back from the details of the custody battle and consider its many important lessons.
When people say, "Those boys are so lucky!" I'm quick to counter that I am the lucky one, to be entrusted with their care. Maybe that's my sign at the grocery store, a succinct description of a single gay man who adopted older biological siblings: "Lucky-dad parking."
Some may say the heavenly visitors appeared at the exact time of TJ's passing by Divine appointment. What better way to help ease his little sisters' pain then by letting them know their brother and his friend were in heaven?
When our children come to us through adoption, how do we explain it? When your child's origin story is a tale of tragedy, how do you respond?
During National Adoption Awareness Month, I make a bold prediction: the walls that still exist in adoption will fall not gradually and softly but in a rush. A shocking, thunderous rush, just like we saw nearly 25 years ago in Europe.
My wife and I adopted Sarah from Russia when she was 5. She is 13, now. Last week she provided me with a list of things that she is thankful for. It stopped me in my tracks.
My mom likes to tell me about the first time she met me. She walked into a room, took one look at me, and knew right away that I was her baby. It was love at first sight, and it gives me chills every time she tells the story.
When I decided to go to Seoul I told myself that my intention was to thank the person who saved my life. By the end of the trip, I was able to thank two.
Strangers and acquaintances question visibly adoptive families like ours all the time -- most with friendly curiosity, a few with hostility.
Sometimes, I feel surprised, mad, sad and scared by how attached you "still" are to her. I confess that I have counted the years that you have been with me vs. with her and wondered why the love and longing scales continue to tip so deeply in her favor.
Not all adoptees grow up with a feeling of disconnectedness and loneliness, but Debbie Siegel Leonardo often felt that way as she was growing up in the 1960s in the northeast section of Philadelphia.