As I looked at the photos, I realized that I found myself unable to relate to any of the adoptees who were searching for answers. They had clues and tidbits of information they could use to help locate their birth parents. If I were to create a poster, it would be empty.
Now I have the opportunity to write another letter to another daughter; the one I get to keep and raise. I don't feel like I need to get everything out at once, and my heart doesn't have to break a bit more with each word. It's a very different letter, but just as important.
As an adopted teenager, I think there is a fine line between being curious and being nosey, especially when it comes to personal issues such as adoption.
Great consideration needs to be given as to whether reducing the stigma of giving up on adopted children would not inadvertently result in encouraging more terminations, turning adoption into a trial and give-back program as if children come with warranties.
Time to start off the new year with an amazing story! Guardians of Rescue took it upon themselves to save a sweet female dog, who had been chained up in a backyard for six years.
With adoption having such a big year at the box office, we've come together as specialists in these fields to identify the Top 15 family films about adoption.
A renewed shining a light on the second anniversary, by RTVi and others, on the devastating effect of the adoption ban will help to educate more Americans as well as Russians about the benefits and challenges of adopting children.
When we were matched with our birth mom and learned she was expecting a boy, we let go of Sophia, the girl's name we had chosen. Although we were very careful not to refer to him by Jacob because of all the things that could still go wrong, I'll admit we began to think of the unborn boy as our son.
A couple of months before Tamir Rice died with an Airsoft gun in his hand, I stopped my son and a black friend as they were headed out our back door to meet a classmate at the park, loaded down with Nerf guns.
It is strange to expect a wish-fulfillment story like Annie (no matter which version) to offer trenchant commentary on anything, and especially unsettling when a critic born in the Jim Crow era decrees that actors of color must still deliver some specific "black angle" in 2014.
Before Georgia, I lived in a world that revolved around me. All day, every day. That orbit changed the day Georgia arrived. This living, breathing, wagging ball of fur is letting me learn how to be a better giver and to feel all the feels that that can bring.
I didn't choose to become a foster mom because I couldn't have my own children. I chose to become a foster mom because a young person needed me and my desire to mother has never been centered on my genetics, but on my ability to love and care for others.
Let's face it: the prospect of accepting someone else's child as your own can be scary. It's a crap shoot, no question. But let's face this too: raising your own birth child is no less of a crap shoot.
On a day when I felt like we were the worst example of family... a day when I hoped no one noticed us... she did. But she didn't see what I assumed everyone was seeing. She didn't think what I assumed everyone was thinking. She saw beauty and love and hope and family.
Imagine somebody getting rid of you because they got something shiny and new. Best of all people don't care, they look at giving up their pets whom have loved them unconditionally like returning a sweater to a store. They don't care, just walk away.
Can you imagine ever making a decision that had to do with bringing a child to a loving home? Well, Millie and her 14-year-old daughter had to make a tough choice. Her judgment changed her life and all those around her.