The November issue of Richmond Magazine is out and contains one of my blog entries! I mentioned this in early October, and said I would post the blog entry link for those folks who didn't have access to the magazine.
The magazine's story focuses on adoption because November is National Adoption Month. Two families were interviewed about their adoption experiences, and my family's experiences were detailed in my blog entry titled Am I Selfish? I don't have access to my family's picture that appears in the magazine unfortunately.
And as I mentioned in my post last week titled, Needing A Brighter Future, I urge you all to consider whether you have room in your heart and your life for a child waiting for adoption. For more information, one of the best sites I have found is ADOPTUSKIDS, sponsored by the Department of Health and Human Services.
Also, don't forget to check out A Home For The Holidays - The Dave Thomas Foundation for Adoption and Children's Action Network are pleased to present the ninth annual "A Home for the Holidays" television special on CBS December 21, 2007 at 8 p.m. EST / PST (7 p.m. CST / MST)!
I had a foster son for a few years whose mother was from a well-to-do family, but who lived her life in the streets of DC and Baltimore, having child after child after child (all boys last I knew) and losing them all for neglect. Everytime I read about your son's background, I wonder if it's possible he is another of hers. Her first name didn't begin with a K by chance?
ReplyDeleteYour story does sound eerily similar, but my son's birthmother's name did not start with a K. As far as I know, he is the only child she had. I often wonder if the birthmothers of each of my 3 adopted children ever have regrets for the choices they made. I am in contact with my daughter Ashley's birthmother, but not the other two. I believe strongly in open adoptions and do wish I could have contact with the other two.
ReplyDeleteMy foster son's birthmother was a twin. Your son's was not, I'm betting.
ReplyDeleteI had M. from 2 weeks until 3. He was then adopted by a good friend of mine whom he knew well, gradually making the adjustment from my home to hers. He is THRIVING now. His older brother, who was taken from her at the same time and was only a year and smidge at that time (M. was 2 weeks old) has not done as well. In him, you can see the long-term effects of his less than auspicious beginning.