The adoption journey, for us, has been filled with many unique and exciting moments. A few of those moments happened several years ago when we adopted our two oldest daughters. We couldn’t imagine a more beautiful storyline to add to our family.
I was 8 years old when my first daughter Rachel was born. Scandalous? Not really. I wasn’t even aware of her arrival on this earth. Nothing changed for me. She took her first breath on March 21, 1986 and I played pretend with my friend Nora at recess. I completed 2nd grade without a single thought of becoming a mother. Her mother and father delighted in her, they watched her take her first steps as I navigated the 3rd grade. They heard her first words but her voice wouldn’t fall upon my ears for another 15 years.
This is a guest post by our good friend Michele Schneidler, founder of The Refresh Conference
in Redmond, Washington. Check out her blog
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It’s a question adoptive parents are asked quite often. Most of the time we can ignore it, dismiss it, or even answer with a measure of grace. But we have to speak up, enlighten, and protect our children when they hear the questions.
“Is She Adopted?”
It’s a simple question that comes from curious minds of folks who mean no harm. I get it. The problem is, I am asked this question several times a week lately. Sometimes several times a day. In front of my daughter. If it was just you who asked, I wouldn’t be so concerned. But it isn’t. So I thought I’d offer up a little perspective from a concerned adoptive mom of 3.