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.
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 →
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 →