adoptee

I must acknowledge that though his adoption embodies graciousness, it is also a reminder this world is not as it should be. Brokenness permeates our world. Sure, beauty is born from ashes, but the ashes don't just magically disappear. Suffering and all that is wrong in this world still exists. This side of heaven, tragedy remains and the moments of her son becoming ours is a representation of joy and suffering deeply intertwined. Our son, the living proof and blessing that love is what makes a family, reminds us that adoption is born out of undeniable loss. Irrevocable loss of wholeness, of what was meant to be.To only acknowledge the beauty without giving voice to the tragedy, is to detract from adoption. In diminishing the tragedy of adoption, I decrease my son's story, along with others a part of the adoption circle. I would be choosing to ignore a massive portion of who he is.

The life of an adoptee is like an ancient voyager who searches for the unknown. The stars guided their destiny. They had their sights on the wonders that lay ahead of them. An adoptee travels in the opposite direction.

Being denied their original birth certificates isn't just a problem for adoptees. It's a social problem, requiring social change.

Discovering that I was adopted redefined my entire world, but it taught me that who you are doesn't change.

People think that LGBTs adopting children will hurt them, but it's not being in loving homes that hurts children most.

Blood can help make family, but family often transcends blood.

If the system were designed to protect adoptees, why do so many have to fight for their rights?

Adoptee rights are everyone's rights, and they deserve to be protected.

Adoption is a lifelong journey. It means different things to me at different times. Sometimes it is just a part of who I am. Other times it is something I am actively going through.

It's illegal to deny people their records due to race or gender. Adoptees deserve the same rights and protections.

Adoption isn't just a childhood experience, it's a life-long experience.

What matters most is not 'what' you are, but 'who' you are.

The wrinkled pages of the Bible crackled as Mom leafed back to the beginning of Matthew. I had always felt I was conceived from the powers of the universe. Maybe I was chosen to fulfill a divine mission.

Adoptees deserve open records because deception and partial truths do not set us free.