In New York City, over 150,000 children under five are poor. Last year, nearly 20,000 of these children slept in homeless shelters - enough to fill Madison Square Garden. From the moment they're born, children in poverty face an uphill struggle to survive, thrive and learn with so many odds stacked against them.
There are more than 400,000 foster children in state custody right now. Every year, more than 20,000 age out without being reunited with their biological family or finding a new one through adoption.
As we celebrate mothers and grandmothers, foster mothers, and all those who step in to parent children in need, let's pledge to take responsibility not only for our own children and grandchildren but for all children, or at least for one child who may not be our own.
Each year, on Mother's Day, we have the pleasure of thanking our moms for being wonderful, selfless, sacrificial angels who are there for us every step of the way.
Children are entitled to a secure upbringing. It's called childhood and it is their birthright. The reason people aren't given adult status until they're 18 in this country, is because we recognize that children aren't able to care for themselves and make appropriate decisions concerning their own welfare. They need guidance, and they need love.
When you think about it, planning to start a family through adoption is not much different than starting a biological family - it's all joyful. Howeve...
"They may not have my eyes, they may not have my smile, but they have all my heart." - Unknown Imagine being abandoned by your family when you're o...
For older kids who have experienced much loss, those losses and abandonment issues will surface at holidays, on anniversaries, and at other times when we least expect it. Marker events bring out an old sadness and it gets mixed up in our current family life, and masked sadness often surfaces as anger.
I'm a white mother of six children, five of whom are children of color, and four of whom came home to our family through foster-adoption.
In the spring of 2015, I traveled to the Turkish border of Syria with a small camera crew to make a documentary about the women in the Syrian refugee camps. I met Rahaf in the art room of the refugee camp in southern Turkey.
On opening night, our family of five went to see The Jungle Book. The excitement among the kids was palpable. I sat between my oldest and youngest daughters, one my beloved through adoption, another my beloved through the biology of my body.
It's my hope that this year, instead of just writing a post on my own infertility blog, I can sincerely educate the public and ask if we can all compromise. That way, NIAW wouldn't be just one week - it would be yearlong... maybe even lifelong.
While it's important to seek the advice of agencies, lawyers, and professionals, it's also important to hear real stories from other people who already went through the experience.
In ever greater numbers, children are growing up today in families where one or both parents self-identify as lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or queer.
Once in awhile I can be driving along listening to Kidz Bop and the profundity of adoption just hits me, hard. This talent, this voice, this boy... came from someone who is not a regular part of his life; from someone who doesn't normally get to see him score a basket or read a book with him by the fire.
No matter how you become a parent, it is a long and often tiresome journey. Anyone who would subject themselves to the rigorous demands of the adoption process really wants to be a parent.