This guest post is by Crystal Byrd, a birthmother.
I am a birthmom to a beautiful 5 year old girl named Emma. I was 20 years old when I decided to do an open adoption with my little girl.
I was lucky and blessed to find her adoptive parents early in my pregnancy. I found them when I was 13, 14 weeks pregnant and they were with me throughout my whole pregnancy.
A question a lot of people ask me is how did I know Ben and Nicole were the ones? I knew as soon as I looked at their pictures online. People who go through this process say when you see, you will know. That was absolutely true for me.
This guest post is by Pamela, an adoptive mother and educator.
As a parent of two children from adoption I have done a great deal of listening and reading to become a more informed parent of adoptees.
Honestly, I have learned so much in the past twelve years. My opinions and beliefs surrounding adoption have really changed over the years.
One thing I have done for the past 12 years is “celebrate” National Adoption Month on social media each November. I post cute or maybe even informative memes and quotes.
I used to tell the story of my children’s births and subsequent adoptions. I’d post pictures of my children with their birth moms and all sorts of happy-happy images almost selling adoption to other families.
I was under the impression that National Adoption Month was a celebration of all the joys of adoption. I recently did some research about the “celebration” and thought I would share all I have learned. Read More
This guest post is by Kerstin Lindquist, an adoptive mother and author.
“Mom you have to write this in your next book!” My middle child squeals in delight as I reveal the latest developments. She can’t get enough of the real-life drama that is our family.
“This is more of a made for TV movie sweetie.” I laugh.
Rewind to a year ago to a simple DNA kit. As a family created through adoption—two of our three kids are adopted as well as my brother, cousin and sister in law—my desire in getting tested was not so much to find any of my long-lost relatives but to discover a common strain between me and my kids.