The Miracle Of Adoption

For me, my children are my children.

As an adoptive mother, I feel compelled to blog about National Adoption Month which is celebrated in November.  This blog post is on the latter side of the month because, honestly, I don’t really think about the topic of adoption much anymore.

Right now, I’m watching my 6-year old instructing her dad on the finer points of exercise.  “Daddy, can you do this,” she asks him as she executes a perfect split.  “Not without rupturing something,” comes the reply from her far-from nimble father.  Nearby in a chair is my 11-year old who is playing a video game and smiling at the thought of Dad performing the move.

My children are perfect siblings: the best of friends when there’s no one else to play with, the worst of enemies who will fight over a dust bunny if one pays it even the slightest bit of attention.  They miss each other when one is on a sleepover and fiercely vie for my affections which are doled out, I hope, equally.  One child came from my body, the other from someone else’s but that difference is only apparent to others.  For me, my children are my children. 

The little one arrived from China five years ago.  After a three year wait during which I literally ached every day to hold my daughter, we received The Call; a few weeks later, I was gently rocking my baby to sleep loving her with every cell of my being.  It never mattered where she came from; she is and always has been my daughter in my heart.

Yes, she knows she is adopted.  We just celebrated National Adoption Month in her school by reading The Chosen Baby by Valentina Pavlovna Wasson (love, love, LOVE that book!).  She was radiant, knowing that adoption is amazing, astonishing, and mind-blowing;  my little girl is proud to be adopted.

When she speaks of the person who gave birth to her, she fantasizes that perhaps she was a queen, making my daughter a princess.  “Yes, you are a princess,” I say, grateful to that queen for making the princess mine.  I think of her on my daughter’s birthday.  “She’s beautiful and wonderful and absolutely perfect,” I whisper.  “Thank you.”

No matter what your perception of adoption, the reality is that it is an answer to prayers.  A family wants a child, a child needs a family.  Together, through adoption, they come together in love.  What a miracle!


For more on National Adoption Month, please visit http://www.childwelfare.gov/adoption/nam

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