There are certain things you hear a lot when you have
adopted children. How did you know you could love someone else’s kids? Do you
love them like you love your kids? Isn’t it weird that they don’t look like
you? Are you worried about problems they might have that you might not know
about? Does is feel the same as your own kids? You’re friends with their birth
moms? Isn’t that weird?
Now, every one’s experiences are unique and I can only speak
to my own, but I thought I’d share...
Even though adoption has changed a lot in the last few
years, even though I belong to a church that celebrates families, eternal
connections through generations and even has a past of *gasp* women sharing a
husband, people still get freaked out when they find out we have two open
adoptions. This means that both our younger boys’ birth families are involved
in their lives, included in our family events, and are treated as extended
Our family was built like this, two older boys, the old fashioned, biological way and two younger boys the new fangled, open, transracial adoption way. As one laughing observer put it, "you've got one of every color", so pretty much every where we go, everyone knows that we're a little different. It's been almost 5 years since our first adoption, so you think by now I'd be used to all the unwanted attention, the stares and the questions. For the most part I have found that people are just cur... Continue reading ...
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