My Experience Of Adoption

120,000 children are adopted in the United States every year. Adoptions offer children a chance to experience permanent, loving families. Many of these families who adopted a child have concerns regarding whether or not they should tell their child that they were adopted. Of these, many decide that they would like to share the information regarding their birthing and adoption process with their child. Once this decision has been made, even more questions arise.

My mother was all I had in this world. It has been two weeks and I

Throughout life I have experienced numerous events that have shaped me into becoming the person I am to this day. Out of all these events, my adoption has been the most significant and life changing event of my life. Two weeks before my first birthday in, I was adopted from Nanchang, China. As I grew up, my parents never once tried to conceal my adoption. Without them, I believe I would have grown to be a totally different person. Although I was adopted and brought in by my adoptive parents, I see myself in the everyday. I see them as nothing less than my real parents and I aspire to be as generous and compassionate as they are. Without them, I would have never been able to experience half of the life changing events I have gone through. As

I was raised and adopted by my grandparents, after both of my parents decided to

Make yourself aware: It is extremely important for adoptive parents to have proper idea about adoption. Basically, choosing something so significant like adoption without having any in depth idea about it may just create puzzles in the later stage. Hence, it is advisable to learn about it in a comprehensible manner.

Awhile back I was thinking about when our closed adoption was safe and secure because our boys were here with us and their family was across the world and couldn’t find them. They always knew they were adopted, it was never hidden, in fact it never could be hidden, since they were older when they joined our family.

When I was about 7 I found out that I was adopted. When I found out I was on the playground and my classmates was teasing me about it. I never told my parents because I figured the little kids were lying. One day my family and I were doing some spring cleaning and I found my adoption papers. At that point I started to question my God because I could not understand why my real mommy and daddy did not want me. I cried myself to sleep each and every night. As a little girl I often wondered what I did to deserve to be given up. I questioned why all the other kids got to grow up with their real family and I did not.

I guess it was that moment that I knew that we were supposed to be together. When I went to fill out the adoption forms, there was a line on there that said Max was a pit bull. I laughed at my surprise. This little dog was too loveable to be a pit bull. After filling the paperwork out, they informed me that there would be a two to five day waiting period, in order for them to do a background check. They also asked me if I had a veterinarian, and I informed them that one of my good friend’s husband was a vet. I wrote down his name and phone number.

In 1992, a woman gave birth to my sister and I. Due to unknown reasons, at some point during the first year, she left her twins at the doorsteps of a local police station. My sister and I were eventually placed in an orphanage in Addis Ababa, where we would then go on to be adopted and brought to the US. We grew up in a loving home with loving parents, and all of our needs met. Our childhood was ideal in many ways and I grew feeling up very blessed. Our adopted mother loved us so deeply, and our father was always a provider, stable, loving father.

Where we come from is a huge issue. Just as scientists debate the origin of man and the universe, adopted children can have questions about their genetic roots. Questions like: “Why do I look like this?”, “Why do I have these health problems?”, and “Why do I have these emotional issues?” go unanswered if biological parents are never known. In a study of adoptive families, parents were asked how they felt years after their open adoptions. One

Four years ago my family answered the call to adopt, We had fostered for three years before we got to adopt our first new member of our family. His name is Noah Vincent he is now two , then we proceeded to adopt two more, we have Lola Mae she one and Landy Ann Michelle she is three. Before we got them we fostered five foster kids.

I was in foster care when I was 7 years old. This was hard because imagine being taken away from your parents at that young age and being put in another family. This was a challenge because this meant going to a different school with different kids I didn’t know. I always hated being the new kid at a school because being the new kid meant you didn’t know anybody and everybody always stared at you. Every school had a different way of teaching and so I always had to adjust and adapt to different environments. I went to 5 different homes throughout those 3 years because the families kept giving up on my brothers and I. So every time we moved we also moved schools and so I just started giving up on trying to make friends and started giving up

The second corner of the triangle, the adoptee, had very different affects from the adoption. Each adoptee found out a different way and had different feelings about learning they were adopted. While some adjusted and accepted the news as to never give it another thought, there are many that did not. According to The Encyclopedia of Adoption, “Most adults who were adopted as children appear to have successfully resolved any conflicts stemming from their adoption” (Adamec, C. & Miller, L. 2007, p. 30). Having been adopted and knowing many adoptees, I must

At the age of six I was officially adopted by the Henry family. My name was changed, my history was left behind. Not only was my history left behind, however, so where my siblings. My parents were not able to adopt us all, causing all of to have to split up. This is one of the most traumatic moments in my life. I still remember being pried from my little brother’s arms, one of the most traumatic events in my life. I would have to say I was going through Identity versus role confusion at this time. Being adopted, for a long time, meant to me that I did not belong. I did not know who my brothers and sisters were. I also didn’t know my mother and father, which caused an emotional hit on me. This caused me to feel like I didn’t have an identity. I was confused and was unsure of how to deal with the stress that was being thrown at me.

I grew up in a loving and somewhat sheltered environment. My parents made my adoption seem like a grand fairytale, and they were my happy ending. To them, adoption made me more special than the average kid, causing me to never think twice about my beginnings. I was the miracle child who brought joy to everyone I met. As a child, people would