This is a timely piece, after my last blog entry.
I’ve often thought about how I would tell any adopted child of mine about their adopted status, and whether I would offer it as part of their identity from the beginning or reveal it later when it felt right. (But like a lot of things, a right time will likely never reveal itself.)
What if we get a child as an infant? How do you explain things at 2 years old, 3 years old? Do you not bother when they’re that young? I just cringe at the thought of a “great revelation” when they’re at a young school age, or even in their teens – yikes! Maybe there’s a way to do it over time, first instilling in the child the idea that families happen in lots of different ways, not just babies coming from mommies’ bellies.
I also hear there are children’s books about adoption, which should be helpful.
I think adoption is so beautiful and promising and uplifting. It’s got its challenges, of course, but I like to think there are more happy endings than not. And if those adopted people find their blood relatives, what a journey to be on! I hope I would support my adopted child in that effort 100%. I like to think I would.