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?
When my husband and I announced to family and friends our decision to adopt our son, a 7-year-old boy with Down Syndrome in Bulgaria, the news was not met with open arms. I knew that there would be a lot of skeptics, but I didn't anticipate the pushback we were about to receive.
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.
It is time that diversity is lived, not only by the diverse people themselves, but by all the others in the same way. We need a little more action and a little less conversation. The difference between what our kids see and what they should see, will tell us what to do.
Four months ago, after three long-ass years of waiting, I adopted a nice little half-black, half-Polish boy called Cameron. Despite the near-constant ...
The "ching chang ching chong's" and "Where are you from's?" may never stop, but hopefully, within the next 29 years, it will be easier to find the balance between hanging my head in shame and completely losing my s**t.