To say I was overwhelmed by the response to Part 1 of Talking to your kids about Adoption would be a complete understatement!
It has truly been a blessing to me to be able to share my own journey and hopefully provide encouragement and support to others in similar circumstances.
And I want to wish a very Happy Father’s Day to my husband.
You are the most incredible Daddy to our precious kiddos and watching you as a Father inspires me to be a better Mother. I love you!And now, Part 2…
would somehow take away from our bond.
Ummmm…apparently “adopted” and “dragon” fell into the same category in his little mind!
“Now, buddy, you know that mommy and daddy want to adopt a baby so that you will have a brother or sister. That baby will grow in it’s birthmother’s tummy just like you grew in your birthmother’s tummy and we will adopt him/her and they will be part of our family.
Isn’t that exciting?”
Or maybe you are a single parent and became one through adoption.
And as their parents, it is our responsibility to gauge when they will be ready to know more.We never want to hide information from them, but we do want to be mindful of how we can protect them from knowing more than they are able to process at this time.
I am an adoptee and I can tell you, beyond a shadow of a doubt that open, non-threatening, honest dialogue about one’s adoption story is very important.
When I was adopted as a newborn, in 1964, things were very different, private/open/international adoption were not part of the mainstream grid, Birth parent information was a closely guarded secret.
However, from my earliest memory I was aware of the fact that I was adopted. My first full sentence was actually, “I’m A Special Baby – I’m A Chosen Baby”. I don’t remember that, of course, but I heard the story thousands of times and it is prominently recorded in the huge, voluminous collection of memorabilia & keepsakes which my Mother called, My Baby Book. It is actually a chronicle of my every breath from the time they brought me home until I married .
Somehow, my parents were able to strike the perfect balance, maybe by accident-maybe by design.
I never felt that being adopted made me less of a family member or less “their” child. There was always that tickle in my mind that said, “My Birth Mother Gave Me The Greatest Gift Ever, The Opportunity To Live In A Safe, Happy, & Healthy Home and Family”. Yet, I was just, Julia, Daughter of Sarah & Windon. Like so many others . . . loved, cared for, protected, punished when wrong, rewarded when deserved, sometimes frustrating, sometimes frustrated, but
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