November is National Adoption Month, a time when we recognize and celebrate the beauty of adoption, coinciding with a season of gratitude. I have always appreciated that this month is marked by a presidential proclamation, lending it a sense of importance and recognition on a national scale.
As a family formed through adoption, we don’t categorize ourselves as merely an “adoptive family” but simply as a family. Our most recent adoption was finalized over four years ago, and while the influence of that experience is part of our daily life, our routine is largely ordinary. Like many families, our breakfast discussions might include terms like “birth mother” and “adoption day,” but we also find ourselves navigating unexpected questions in public, such as “Did my birth mom have brown eyes?” or “Why was I adopted?”
These conversations can be challenging, and I strive to maintain transparency with my children, encouraging them to embrace their adoption stories positively. While the setting may not always be ideal—like a busy store—sometimes those moments are when they seek clarity and understanding.
Returning to the presidential proclamation, I’ve always felt a sense of pride in the recognition of adoption at the highest level. It’s heartening to see adoption awareness promoted, potentially inspiring families to consider this path. Adoption is a complex, emotional journey filled with both heartache and joy.
However, I take issue with the phrasing in this year’s proclamation. The statement, “Adoptive parents are a selfless and loving part of God’s plan for their future children,” leaves much to be desired. My reaction? An emphatic “no thanks.”
Adopting my children was not an act of selflessness; it was a deeply personal choice made out of the desire to expand our family. I had to persuade my partner that adoption was the right journey for us, which speaks to the personal motivations behind our decision. It wasn’t an act of altruism but rather a response to my own longing for motherhood.
Moreover, I struggle with the notion of adoption being part of “God’s plan.” As someone of faith, I recognize that my spiritual beliefs guided me through the complexities of adoption, but I don’t believe it was divine intention that led my children to be abandoned by their birth parents. The challenges we faced, including heart-wrenching conversations with my son about his biological mother, were not part of a grand design.
Adoption was our family’s choice, and while faith played a role in our journey, it was also complemented by support from friends and a lot of self-care strategies, including wine and chocolate. I am not part of some heavenly plan; rather, I am a mom who made a choice for my family’s happiness.
I appreciate the acknowledgment of National Adoption Month from this administration, yet I urge a more nuanced understanding of what it means to be an adoptive parent. The conversations surrounding adoption are far more complex than the simplistic narrative presented.
As we celebrate National Adoption Month, let’s honor the diverse experiences of those who welcome children into their homes and hearts, understanding that adoption can be both beautiful and fraught with challenges. It is imperative that we move beyond labels of “selflessness” and recognize the multifaceted nature of these journeys.
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In summary, it’s crucial to approach the topic of adoption with honesty and depth. The experiences of adoptive families are varied and meaningful, and they deserve recognition beyond simplistic labels.