adoption

Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.

Mum's Little Black Book
My sister is so bossy; she clutches her handbag in a firm grip. Her beady eyes spy a short, balding man wearing an airport uniform and a pair of huge, thick rimmed glasses.
By Tovu Jenkins5 years ago in Families
MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD
The year I reached the age of reason, I can’t remember why... but I woke on a Saturday morning and, my bed was dry. I remember it like yesterday, but it was unlike all other yesterdays as I stood at the end of my bed, in a row of beds three wide and Johnny Marrs began to cry.
By Welby Cox5 years ago in Families
Lost and Found
Grumbling while walking to my car I could see work waiting for me. The arctic blast created a frozen mockery of transportation from the parking lot. My car was one huge iceberg among the denizens of motor vehicles in our apartment complex lot. I was furious at myself for not clearing my car after deicing yours.
By nobody5 years ago in Families
WinningIsLosing
My ledger, which happens to be a little black book, is dedicated to keeping track of money given to foster children. These kids are my kids and I need to find a way to help them through life, as any good parent would. It's not easy since there are so many of them, 300,000-500,000 a year, I've narrowed it down to the 40,000-60,000 that age out of the system being the ones at the most risk. These kids are the ones that don't get adopted, for whatever reason, and at eighteen are kicked out of the system. They may or may not have the support they need after leaving their last foster home and that's where I come in. Sometimes these kids don't even have ID and have no idea how to go about getting one. This too I can help them with.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Families
Ancestral Gifts
Ancestral Gifts I grew up with little in the way of family. My mother grew up in foster care, and my paternal grandmother passed before I was born. While I knew my paternal grandfather, he lived far away; I only saw him once or twice a year. The only child of only children, I was often alone and became self-reliant. I knew there would be no one else I could depend upon in life, so I looked to myself for answers.
By Tracey Heisler5 years ago in Families
Ancestral Gifts
Ancestral Gifts I grew up with little in the way of family. My mother grew up in foster care, and my paternal grandmother passed before I was born. While I knew my paternal grandfather, he lived far away; I only saw him once or twice a year. The only child of only children, I was often alone and became self-reliant. I knew there would be no one else I could depend upon in life, so I looked to myself for answers.
By Tracey Heisler5 years ago in Families
TIMOTHY
In today’s world you would think with everything that had happened to us as a nation that there would be more good-hearted individuals now than there ever was. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, that isn’t the case. I say there’s luck, hope, wishful thinking, dreams, and there’s action.
By deleted5 years ago in Families
The Brother I Never Knew
“Sorry for your loss,” a man says to me as he walks pass the casket. My mother must have been a well-known individual in this community. Everyone for the pass hour has been telling me how much of a good woman she was. I wouldn’t know. According to my foster mom, Elizabeth, my mother gave me up for adoption when I was one years old. I only came to the funeral to see what she looked like. For years, I’ve had mixed feelings about her. On one hand, she gave me up and never checked on me. I’d hope she would want to see how I’ve turned out. I’m 21 and about to graduate to be a delivery labor nurse. I worked hard to get where I am now with the help of Elizabeth. A part of me is happy she did give me up though because I would not have met Elizabeth. She has been the best mother I could have ever asked for. This funeral is my way to express my anger with the woman would did not want me. I will say my piece then get on with my life.
By D'Aisha Tolbert5 years ago in Families
HalfCircle
All my life I have wanted nothing more then to have a family. My family was no more, when in reality I have always been alone. My mother put my brother and I up for adoption when I was six and he was eight. By the second foster home we were in the state decided to separate us in the hopes we would be adopted quicker. It failed in this purpose with us both not getting adopted until the age of twelve.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Families
Another Full Circle
There she stood, off in the distance though I was closing it fast, my adopted momster. Don't get me wrong, she's good to everyone else but me, so goes the story of my life. It was probably four or so years ago that she found me again after disowning me when I was fifteen and I'm now 52, you do the math. Anyway, now she is like one of my bestfriends. We text everyday and we visit in person every chance we get. She has asked me to forgive her for getting rid of me and I think I have but not having ever been forgiven myself I'm not sure I know how. She still won't tell me why, even though I already know.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Families
The Giveaway
He watched the young lady tearfully hand over her baby to the new parents who would adopt the baby. The Young Lady peered at the man standing just outside her room. He had such distinct facial features, she thought, noting the chiseled cheeks, his deep blue recessed eyes, and scruffy beard.
By Elle P. Brown5 years ago in Families
Traded for a Cadillac
Traded for a Cadillac Millie kissed her husband and kids goodbye just before she walked out the door for the airport. She hated this part. The part where she had to travel for her job and leave her boys, but she loved her job. She was grateful her career allowed her to make an impact on so many young lives.
By Billie Hardison5 years ago in Families