Please Don’t Celebrate My Adoption

Today begins National Adoption Month, an initiative originally intended to raise awareness of the thousands of U.S. children in foster care who are waiting to be adopted because they cannot be reunified with their biological families.

The first day of this month is barely half over, and already I’ve seen joyous proclamations of “Happy National Adoption Month!” and “Celebrate National Adoption Month!”

This month is no holiday, people, especially not for those of us who are adopted.

Sure, I can imagine that if I had been in foster care for a number of years and had longed for a permanent home, I might be celebrating my adoption. Adoption can be a very good thing in those cases in which there is a definite need for a child to have stability and an adult in his life who can be counted on.

But even in those necessary cases of adoption, let’s not forget that a child has also lost just as much as she’s gained. Being in a position of needing to be adopted is not something anyone would wish for. It means that you’re separated from the very people nature intended you to be with. It means you lost your parents, one way or another, even if you’re still in contact with them on any kind of basis.

If a child’s parents died, we would not expect him to celebrate. If a child’s parents divorced and one parent was no longer involved in that child’s day-to-day life, we would not expect him to celebrate.

Yes, there may be positive aspects to an adoption, however all adoptions begin with a significant loss for the child.

Raising awareness of the needs of children in foster care is a worthy goal. Let’s not confuse that goal with trying to paint an unrealistically rainbow-covered picture of adoption.

Let’s also not forget that many adoptees, like myself, were never in need the way children in foster care waiting to be adopted are in need. Many adoptees, especially those adopted as infants, lost their parents due to circumstances that could have been prevented. Many adoptees did have other family members who could have raised them. Many adoptees did not need to be separated from their biological relatives.

For this reason, I ask you to please not celebrate my adoption. There are few things worse than the unnecessary loss of one’s family.

 

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26 responses to “Please Don’t Celebrate My Adoption”

  1. I appreciate this writer’s perspective, but my perspective on my adoption is very different. I was adopted as an infant, as was my brother, to a loving home filled with laughter. My adoption was dealt with frankly and openly. I can’t speak for my brother, but for me, the adoption story is just the “meet cute” of our family and has little to do with how I lead my life in a big picture or day-to-day way. One of my least favorite questions to be asked is if I ever want to meet my “real” parents. My response is always the same. I know my real parents. They raised me. My biological parents don’t hold the allure for me that they may hold for others. If I’m being completely honest, I’ve never encountered another adoptive person outside of television who was on a search for his or her biological parents. But, I digress. My point is that just like every person is different, every adoption is different. I never thought that I’d be “better off” with my biological parents or family. I never felt a loss from not having them in my life. I feel so grateful for my biological mother giving my parents and myself the greatest gift we’ve ever received. Mine isn’t a case of death, or divorce, or anything else but a decision to put a baby’s future first. What little I know of my birth mother, she was young and not in a position to raise a child. So she did the most wonderful thing: she gave me my family. I’ve had amazing opportunities because of them. I’ve felt incredible support and love. I got my crazy sense of humor. My thirst for knowledge was nurtured and I went to a top-class college and on to law school. I enjoyed family vacations and I never wanted for anything. Still, I was taught to appreciate what I had and the importance of giving back. I became the person I am today because I was adopted. And for those reasons, I celebrate my adoption.

    1. Thanks for sharing your perspective, Erin.

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