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"Desperately Seeking Birthmother"

1.4.13

It was about a year ago. We were standing outside a cafe chatting away, adoptive moms to adoptive moms. I don’t even remember what I was talking about exactly when another mom, a mom who has become a dear friend (you can check out Amber’s blog by clicking HERE), interrupted me to correct me.

Expectant mom not birthmom. She’s not a birth mom until she places a child for adoption. Right now, she’s an expectant mom.

I stumbled over my words a bit but accepted her correction. Really though? Is that verbiage that big of deal? I usually overthink all the adoption verbiage, but really? Can I not use birthmom without having to overthink that too?

5 days ago, I helped a friend out by sharing her post on Facebook.

Do you know of a family who wants to adopt? I know of a PA birth mom, due 2/28-3/5 with a full Caucasian baby girl. No drug or alcohol exposure, just began prenatal care. She is parenting 2 little ones, cannot raise another baby. She does need reasonable living expenses (thus PA residents are not eligible). She is looking for an active, loving couple who is willing to meet and have ongoing contact in an open adoption. She prefers a couple under 40, but will consider a little older (40-43), would like a couple with no more than 1 child. PM me if you would like to be connected with the friend of mine who is working with her.

I just copied and pasted, didn’t overthink anything, just wanted to get the word out, trusting that the right family for this child would see it.

Whether or not the right family saw it hasn’t been confirmed yet, but I can tell you that a lot of families saw it. Like thousands of families. My inbox couldn’t keep up with all the messages I started getting. I’m still getting them–some with full profiles, their whole histories, youtube videos, etc. etc.

As I read each and every one of those messages, all from couples desperately wanting to parent, I remembered my conversation with my friend.

Expectant mom not birthmom. She’s not a birth mom until she places a child for adoption. Right now, she’s an expectant mom.

She was so right for correcting me. 

45_pregnantI don’t know this woman due in only 2 months. I can’t begin to understand what her days are like, what today is like for her. I imagine that she’s exhausted both physically and emotionally. I imagine she’s getting up in the middle of the night too many times to keep count between dealing with a toddler who still cries out at night and having to get up to pee…again. I imagine she fights an internal battle daily as she feels her baby girl squirming around inside her but hear’s the cries of the children she’s parenting and sees the bills stacking up on her counter. I imagine she feels alone and inadequate and remembers ideas she had of what life would be like for her and wonders if she’ll ever get remotely close to them again. I imagine she is looking for redemption somehow and thinks that maybe knowing that her baby would be raised by a couple who desperately want a child would somehow bring that. But, that’s just what I imagine.

She’s expecting. And, she’s hurting. That’s what I know.

I feel ashamed of my own act of hitting ctrl-C and ctrl-V to put those words on my page as if she’s somehow reduced to a baby carrier and that I encouraged hurting couples to write to me with verbiage in kind. I have found myself thanking those people who used the words expectant mom in their messages to me and encouraged them for their compassion and sensitivity.

So, here it goes. For anyone out there reading these words now — it’s expectant mom not birthmom. She’s not a birth mom until she places a child for adoption. Right now, she’s an expectant mom. And, if you’re talking to or about women who are considering placing their children for adoption, please use the words expectant mom. It’s kind, sensitive, compassionate towards the only thing we can truly know of them that is true–they are expecting and they are hurting.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption

He is There

12.21.12

Christmas 2009. Three Christmases ago. I was a wreck. We were so close to finding our new daughter. I just knew it would be a few weeks after Christmas.

And, that meant that though I didn’t know who she was or where exactly she was, what she looked like or how old she was. I knew she was. I knew she was somewhere across the world, alone for Christmas, what was her first Christmas.

And, though I was anxious and wondering and thinking all the time about her, there was something that gave me great peace.

God was there.

In Luke 2:6-20, Luke mentioned the manger three times. Why?

The manger was messy. It wasn’t what we picture–a wooden contraption with a sweet bed of hay. It was more like a box looking thing or basin made out of clay mixed with hay or stones and held together with mud. All kinds of food for animals were put in it, not just nice yellow hay. It was dirty, maybe moldy, smelly.

And, God was there. Very literally, God was there. 

As spunky and full of life as Lydia is now, it wasn’t that long ago that she was in a pretty messy place. I believe her orphanage was one of the better ones–her needs were met and we’ve learned more recently that there were quite caring women who took to her there. There was a wall of windows with natural light in the room where she lived 24-7. In that room were 40 cribs and a few toys for all to share to pass the time. There were older children in that orphanage too, children we weren’t allowed to see. And, I wonder what their days were like.

I’ve heard a lot of stories–about adopted children who flinch when someone moves their direction in fear that they will be hit; children who were never held, children who have come to accept that no one wants to bring home a child their age, only babies; children who suffer significant consequences from not having the medical treatment they needed earlier.

And, yet, I believe God is there.

God is not only not afraid to get his feet dirty; He is about getting His feet dirty. That’s what advent is all about, isn’t it? God coming down, the perfect to the broken, the holy to the unholy.

Psalm 34:18 tells us He’s close to the brokenhearted–and there are so many right now. I can only imagine that He is very close indeed to brokenhearted children–here and there–whether they are aware of their brokenness or not. He’s there.

I prayed for our daughter 3 Christmases ago, that He would be close to her, that He would remain close to her. That He would be tangibly felt in that room where she slept. That He would wrap His arms around her when she was cold. That He’d rock her when she needed comfort. That He’d be in the manger with her. 
I know He was there.

And, somehow, in the dark places of orphanages around the world, I can’t explain how or what He always looks like there, but I believe that He’s there. In the warmth of the sun pouring in the windows, He comforted my child. In the smile of a nanny. In the gaze of another orphan. In the provision sent by charities around the world. In her broken heart–emotionally and literally. 
Somehow, He was there.
Now, as my children listen to us read about His story every night around our table, sneak Hershey kisses in their mouths as we make reindeer eyes, and use entirely too much scotch tape on crafts and wrapping paper alike, He is here…and, He is there, somehow making an unholy place, holy.
That’s what He’s about. That’s what advent is about. 

photos courtesy of KC Photography

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, China, holidays

The third part of the triad {guest post}

11.14.12

triad (trī’ād’) n. A collection of three things having something in common.

adoption triad (əˈdɒpt shuhn trī’ād’) n. The interrelated, interdependent relationship of the people intimately involved in an adoption, namely the birth parents, the adoptive parents, and the adopted person.

I want to introduce you all to Cynthia, a passionate, wise wife and mother who also is a part of that adoption triad as a birthmother.

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Can you share a bit about the experience of placing your child for adoption? 

My birthson, Joshua, was born in 2005. He was my third child. I felt ill equipped to give him the best life possible. I knew God had a plan for my son; I just didn’t believe that plan meant parenting. I was in a toxic relationship with his birthfather that I was ready to get out of for good. I was just finally ready to let God lead in my life rather than the other way around.

What level of openness have you had in the past and do you currently have with the adoptive family? 

We enjoy a completely open adoption and have had this arrangement all along. We send pictures, talk on the phone, Skype each other, stay at each other’s homes for minivacations, and our boys communicate as openly as they want.

How have you been able to serve birth mothers?

I started writing Restorative Grief: A Guide To Healing From Adoption for a local agency to use as a post relinquishment tool. Very quickly, it grew into something more. I felt God tugging at my heart when I was seeing birthmom after birthmom still grieving years down the road. There will always be grief on this road, but there were so many women that hadn’t healed in the least, and I just realized that this was not God’s plan for their lives. They were spending so much time tied up in their emotions that they were never stepping out of the mire and into God’s glory. That was why I began writing. There are adoption agencies that use my book to do post-relinquishment counseling with their birthmothers. There are agencies that just hand them to every birthmother when she has placed. The response has been overwhelming and very much a blessing from God!

What message do you wish you could share with adoptive families?

I want adoptive families to understand adoption as God’s heart and not a baby buying business. Sometimes money and desires get in the way and things become convoluted. People want babies so badly illing to do anything, as want money so badly they also will do anything. Birthmothers are at the heart of adoption and we only have adoption as an option because of them. Watch how your agency treats its birthmothers. Ask birthmothers how they are treated after placement has occurred.

I also think all players in the adoption triad must be very honest with themselves about whether or not they are willing to have an open adoption. Many adoptive parents agree to open adoptions and then close them off after relinquishment paperwork is formalized. I have spoken with countless birthparents whose hearts are forever broken because they were fooled.

I believe adoption as a whole is God’s design. But I also believe some adoption reform is necessary because when it becomes about money or deceit, no one wins; least of all the child.

To all adoptive families, pray for your birth families. It is a hard road to walk, even for those who seem like they may have been hardened or unbothered. Pray for them.

How is adoption a part of your family now? How do you talk to the children you are raising about adoption? 

Adoption is an open-ended conversation in our home, and we are very honest in our approach. It has very much become a fact of life and all 3 of my children are close! My husband and I are also close with the adoptive parents. We truly have become family.

Kasey and Noah
and Joshua
Head on over to Production Not Reproduction to meet a bunch of other members of the triad.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, guest post

Real and Natural Mother {guest post}

11.8.12

Birth mother. Original mother. China mom. Adoptive mom. American mom. Natural mother. First mother. Second mother. Forever mom. Real mother. 

One little word can hold a lot of meaning. And, while I’d like to say I don’t get hung up on something as simple as one word, I often do.

While watching a dramatic scene in the movie Somewhere Between when a teen girl who had been adopted from China reunited with her birth family, I realized how emotionally charged a simple word like mother was to me. I shifted in my seat when the woman who had given birth to this young woman and abandoned her stroked her hair and told her to call her Mother as the woman who adopted her and raised her stood nearby.

As I consider my own response to mother nomenclature, I’d be remiss to not consider the more important potential response of my daughter from adoption as well as her siblings. My feelings, my response, my opinion is just one, and not the most significant one at that.

When I read Mila’s words about her experience with these “simple” words, I was able to let go a bit of my own perspective and hear a message I needed to hear. I asked her if I could share that with you. Mothers and waiting mothers of children who have another mother besides you, read on. 

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As one who reunited with my Korean parents in 2009, I most often refer to my Korean parents as, well, my Korean parents. I call my Korean father by either Korean father or Appa, and I call my Korean mother by either Korean mother or Omma. However, I do at times employ the terms biological and/or birthmother/father when the context of adoption is not already understood by the person or people with whom I’m conversing. I, then, eventually switch to saying Korean or American parents once the context is clear. With whom I am talking and the context of the interaction often affects what term I might choose to use. Some may call this wishy-washy; I call it survival and stress management.

I have to admit that biological sounds very cold and aloof to me. Because I am a deeply emotional person and feel a profound emotional connection to my Korean parents and family, I do not prefer the term biological. Furthermore, the term birthmother/father/family can carry other patronizing connotations with it with which some feel very uncomfortable. I honestly have never felt very patronized or emotionally negative toward this term, but I understand why others do. Particularly, I understand why the first/original mother/father would feel patronized by this term.

I rarely use the terms real or natural simply because, for me personally, psychologically and emotionally these terms feel too divisive and diminutive in either direction. I’ve actually heard real and natural used in the context of describing both adoptive and biological parents. In my own personal encounters with different people, I’ve heard people refer to my Korean parents as my real or natural parents as well as to my American parents as my real or natural parents.

If forced into a corner and demanded to make a distinction (which is a whole other pesky and irritating issue that surrounds being an adoptee), I would have to honestly say that, in my case, I consider both sets of parents–both my Korean and my American parents–to be my real and natural parents. I know that there are others who would take issue with this, and that’s understandable. The adoptee experience is so diverse and varied that we must consider and acknowledge the validity of each adoptee’s viewpoint and experience, particularly when those experiences and viewpoints differ. Failure to do so dismisses the inherent complexities and realities of the adoption experience. Of course, these relationships with my two sets of parents are complex and imperfect, laden with unresolved issues and dysfunction. But, nonetheless, I personally consider all four of them as my parents. Certainly and obviously, our relationships are characterized by different dynamics, histories, and roles. Yet, ultimately, I prefer to use none of the above identifiers, but rather simply to refer to them as my parents.

But, of course, it’s not that simple, and I often do feel compelled, or I am in some ways often required, or at least prodded and pried, to clarify and make distinctions to those addressing me. I make efforts to simply say in conversation my American parents and/or my Korean parents because that is what feels most natural and real to me. And, honestly, I wish that was simply enough. But, in adoption, rarely are things simple and rarely is one option enough.

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Mila is a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, as well as a Korean adoptee. She was born in Seoul, South Korea in 1975 and adopted by a White American family 6 months later. She has been in reunion with her Korean family since 2009. You can hear Mila’s voice at collective site Transracial Eyes where she serves as one of 20+ adult adoptee contributors.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, guest post

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