My Quest To Find A Forever Family: An Adoptee Remembers

This guest post is by Steve Marchand, an adoptee and author.

an-orphan-remembersI remember the exact day I met my parents.

Not many people can say that.

It was on my tenth birthday. February 23rd 1979, to be precise.

Danielle, the social worker in charge of my case since I had become an orphan four years earlier, took me to a restaurant where she and I met with a nice young couple.

They treated me to a giant piece of cake and gave me a crisp two-dollar bill to celebrate. At the time, I was happy because of the sugar rush and the money.

Today, however, after a long and intense look into my past, the scene that took place 35 years ago is a comforting memory not only because of the good my family has brought to my life since then, but because it also serves as a reminder of all that had to happen in the years before that meeting just so I could sit with these good people, at that very table, on that very day.

The path that took me to that restaurant was a long and peculiar one, no doubt about it.

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Taking the Fear Out Of Your Journey To Adopt A Baby

adoption-fearsHalloween is coming up later this week. And for bloggers who write about adoption, it’s the perfect hook for a story.

Not just a story for this time of year — for any time of the year.

Because let’s face it, adoption and adopting a baby are scary, especially when you’re just starting your journey.

So forgive me for taking the easy way out. I know there are other, more interesting ways to get into this post.

But I hope you’ll stick around and keep reading because you may find parts of it useful.  Continue reading

5 Life Lessons I Learned Through Open Adoption

This guest post is by Angela Krueger, an adoptive mother and parenting writer

Angela-Krueger-adoption I like to think there is a deeper meaning to things and I kept this philosophy close to me during our open adoption journey.

The process of becoming an adoptive parent taught me a lot about my personal strengths, weaknesses and how I relate to other people, and open adoption gave me even more opportunity for self-reflection.

With over a decades’ worth reading, discussing, researching and ultimately living open adoption, I keep seeing our family in the context of the bigger world, and what I can do to make the world a better place for my kids.

Here are five life lessons from open adoption that I think have greatly influenced my life. Continue reading

Waiting To Adopt Sucks. Here’s Why It’s Worth It

This guest post is by “Mama Bear,” an adoptive mother and blogger.

waiting-to-adopt-sucks1 year, 3 months, 11 days.

468 days.

11,236 hours.

That is the time it took to go from our first adoption agency meeting to tucking our son into bed the first night we were a family. That is the time it took to go from the picture in my mind to a better reality.

The hardest part of those 468 days was definitely the waiting. Some people call it “the waiting game,” but I think “waiting work” is much more appropriate. Continue reading

Handling Open Adoption Questions from Family and Friends

Shannon Talbot is an adoptive mom and blogger.


I recently asked friends and family what they would like to know about open adoption but may be too afraid to ask.

I received lots of really great questions (a lot of the same ones I had before I started my adoption journey). So thought I would share them here, along with how my husband and I answer them.

Everyone is different but I don’t offend easily, especially when it comes to open adoption terms or questions.

If you’ve never been exposed to adoption, it’s unlikely you know a ton about things like open adoption or terminology like “birth mother.” Continue reading

The Day Our Daughter Met Her Birthmother

Linda Rosenbaum is an adoptive mother and author

linda-rosenbaum-adoptionMy husband and I had always told our daughter that we wanted her to wait until she was at least eighteen before meeting her birth mother.

That day was now three weeks away.

Sarah was eighteen and ready. Denise, her birth mother, let us know early on that when Sarah was ready, she would be too.

For eighteen years, Denise and I had been speaking on the phone, exchanging letters or, more recently, e-mails.

I made sure she heard when Sarah lost her first tooth, bought her first hockey skates, kicked a winning goal in soccer and saved her brother Michael from falling into a dangerously big hole.

Since she was fifteen, Sarah had been communicating directly with her birth mother through emails, and every once in a while, spoke to her on the phone.

If Denise was calling me and Sarah happened to pick up, she spoke to her. Continue reading