#adoptiveparents

[mk-wizard]

Shout out to all the people who have adopted children:

You did have a child 100%. Pregnancy and birth produces a life, but parenting with love makes a child and makes that child yours.

God bless you and your beautiful families.

[stormyfayethechristianrunaway]

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Tony taking his kids: Morgan, Harley, Peter, and Nebula, out on an outing using this 

[aerialklove]

My Adoption Story ( Overview)

Hey friends! So I wanted to give somewhat of an overview of my adoption story so you dont have to scroll through almost 900 post to figure out what I am talking about!! 

My name is Aerial and I am twenty-six years old. I am from Virginia here in the U.S. I was born as a twin. By the time we were four months old we were taken out of our biological home and placed in foster care. Not only were we placed, my older sister Quan was placed, my first cousin was placed and we all were basically seperated however the social workers kept me and my twin brother together. 

I recently found out that my birth mother P. did not leave us in an apartment by ourselves ( me, my twin brother, Quan, and two of our first cousins) her late sister did. Between the ages of four months to nine years old left with a druggie alcoholic lady. 

My birth mother raised all Hell in the social workers office trying to get us back but unfourtnately over the course of the next five years she was deemed unstable to care for her five children.  My foster parents now my adoptive parents had just secured three acres of land, built a two story house and had two kids naturally. We were legally adopted by the time we were seven years old.

I found out I was adopted around the age of eleven or twelve however I had a feeling around nine that I was different and I started asking questions. I am Black and my adoptive family is Black so nobody really mentioned anything. “Why are their no baby baby pictures of me?” “ Why are there no ultrasound pictures of me? Nobody really had the answers for me. I was putting clothes in the washing machine in the basement and I tripped over a small box. I picked up all the letters to put them back and one had my name on it but my name was different. It was court case papers that confirmed my adoption. My mom found out and she was not very happy. 

Condensed Version

I found my biological siblings on facebook and we met in the summer of 2010. My birth mother called me on my 18th birthday we had a secret phone relationship until I met her in a hospital for people with mental conditons. I met my birth mother’s father side of the family and my biological father in the course of the next three years. 

I started this blog in 2013, I think, just to really get my thoughts down becaue I didnt really have anyone to really talk to honestly about how I felt and found a beautiful community of adoptees, people who dealt with foster care, adoptive parents, biological parents, and advocates of the adoption triad. 

Yes I have been on this journey since I nine. I have experience the positvie and the not so positive...trying to escape generational traps, being a good daughter to both my mom and birth mother, acceptance and rejection...and the joy of being an Aunt to all these kids that I adore with my whole heart ( three nephews and two nieces). I can truly say I wouldn’t go back and change it if I could and I hope sharing my story will inspire you to do to the same.

Feel free to reach out to me. PM me for contact info outside of tumblr. Take care of yourself! 

Peace & Love ~A.

[moniqueyelias]

[thehugginschronicles]

Here we go...

The verdict is in. Actually, it’s been in. But putting it into words has proven difficult.

It’s been over 5 months since I’ve last ovulated. My last period in January was induced. And I’ve yet to get my period again.

The weight of what this means as far as my ttc journey goes has been tremendous. I’ve cried. I’ve thrown myself into my work to distract myself. I’m coming to terms with it.

No induction of another period until it’s been 12 weeks. No clomid until we know where I’m at in my cycle. Thus, no clomid for at least 12 weeks.

We’ve been ttc for almost 15 months now. Pcos sucks.

In the past week, I’ve been doing more and more research into adoption. And my husband and I have fallen absolutely head over heals in love with a little boy on Adoptuskids.org .

So head over heals in love, that DSS will be calling me back Monday with information on how we can adopt this little gentleman.

Just looking at him, I can’t help but feel in my gut, that maybe I’m meant to be his mama. I didn’t feel that way about any of the other kids, even the newborns that looked so snuggly on other adoption pages.

We’ve got some hurdles, I know, before we can get there. But we would like so very much to be his parents.

So much so, that I’m writing this at 2:30 am because I can’t sleep.

“BuT wHaT iF yOu GeT pReGnAnT wHeN tHe AdOpTiOn Is AlMoSt FiNaLiZeD?”

Then I’ll have two babies, that’s what. He’ll be a big brother, and I’ll have two children. And it’ll be great.

[you-make-me-speachless]

adoption

i wasn't even looking for you when you appeared in my life but turned out that you're exactly what was missing

you came to complete me, to teach me the truly meaning of love and compassion

now everything makes more sense and i can't wait to have you in my arms again, i can't wait for you to be finally mine

life wasn't easy for you, sweetheart, but i won't let nothing bad happens to you anymore, i promise that

oh, darling, you have no idea how loved you're

[aerialklove]

Are You A Bastard Child? An Adoptee Perspective....

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Yesterday my less than sober dad came to the house and my mom was not particularly in the mood for it. I was sitting on the bed making sure my dad didnt touch my knee or my leg brace. My sister Meme was on the other side. It was raining and my dad was trying to get me to ride to the store with him and Meme. I cant drive at the moment. My mom said I shouldnt go because I could slip on the porch or slide on the steps. My intoxicated dad ( Meme was going to drive) said “ I am her father and she can go!” I said “ technically he is” as a joke. I like to pop a few here and there. Meme said “ Who is your father? Melvin?” I said “ No that’s my grandfather.” My mom said “ T.”  Meme said “ Oh that’s right! I said “ Thats what they told me but who knows? “ Again another joke. Meme said “ Are you a bastard child?” in a serious tone. My mom nipped the convo in the bud right there because I think it started to get a little sensitive for her.

Am I a bastard child? Well my bio parents were not married...ever. So I was born out of wedlock I guess. I never really explored my feelings about my biological father. He was in jail when I was an infant but I have the letter he wrote from jail and I met him about three or four years ago. I feel a void but honestly not as big as the one that I felt before I met my birth mother. 

There is some saddness that lingers. I dont know if I can trust the info that I have or the fact that B. could be my bio father. I decided that had gone far enough in my journey of finging answers. This is the only stone that I have yet to unturn and its a little more complicated than I anticipated. A DNA test would turn the stone over but I havent gotten there yet. I dont know if things will get there.

Did the question hurt my feelings? Not really. Meme sincerley was wondering as a biospawn would. I didnt give her an answer because I believe she knew the answer. Thoughts?