Life is like a river, there twist and turns and you never know what's next. My life took a turn for the best, even when I thought it wouldn't. Adopting is a process of moving homes and living with another family. There's so many things you have to do when you go though adoption. When I was 4 my "real" mom put me up for adoption to a friend of my "real" aunt. I remember a lady come by my aunts house when I was over to pick up my cousin. I had wanted to go with her so bad and have fun like my cousin, but in the long run, it helped me. Along the way there was some bumps in the road. Most people would think that money would get in the way. The real problem was find my real dad to sign my paper. This was one of the scariest times in my life
and so many thoughts going through my head. Another bump was that my dad now didn't want another girl, he's had 3 other girls and wanted a boy so bad.
There are now different types of adoptions such as going through an agency adoption, independent adoptions, step parent adoptions, international adoption, and lastly an open agency adoption. Many individuals face these particular adoptions today. Adoptions however affect adoptive parents, biological parent, and over all family. An adoption can affect an adopter by yearning to build that family but on the other hand still being terrified that something can possibly go wrong. Also an adoption affects a biological parent the most because there whole life is affected by this choice but sometimes a mother or father will do it for the better of the child. A biological parent will ponder to a whole bunch of unanswered questions about the child’s life with the adoptive family such as being care and nurtured by the new family? Or maybe even wonder if the new family will tell their child they’re adopted. Adoptions affect a biological parent by grief because they know its not a conversation to touch upon with anyone, they can encounter unresolved grief where it can affect the mothers feelings of happiness and worthelessness because they put there child up for adoption. This can escalate a biological parent to become angry at their parents or even the
According to American academy and adolescent psychiatry, about 120,000 children are adopted in the United States alone. That is a lot of children that need to find a new home to stay in. Not only do adoptions affect the child after they are adopted, no matter the age; but adoption also affects the parents giving their child up for adoption. There are many types of adoptions. Along with that, there are many reasons for giving the child up for adoption. There are three main perspectives that I will be talking about. One function would be the structural functionalism. How society cooperates. The second would be the conflict perspective. The third would be symbolic interactionism approach. There are many different aspects of adoption, making it
...edical history and I was able to have a relationship with my family and not have the added stress of not knowing where I come from. I did not experience any disadvantages from being adopted however, when I looked at the stages one goes through as they get older I can apply them to my life. I feel I may have skipped some stages , but I did question why my mother could not get off the drugs to be able to take care of me and my siblings, however I know it’s not personal because she did not raise any of my siblings. Adoption is something that one is fortune to be loved and to be picked by a family, however I think it is important to be aware of the physical, cognitive and emotional aspects of adopting someone. Overall, I know that I will encounter and adopted student and to be able to have a teacher who was adopted will only help me build a relationship with that child.
I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was five and a half months old. When I finally understood what adoption meant, I thought that it was the most significant day in my life for many years, but I was wrong.
After growing up, facing responsibilities, and becoming a father, I know that others wouldn’t understand the life I live now. Before my son, I had time to hang out all day and night around my neighborhood with my friends. Although I miss hanging out with no worries and responsibilities, I love being a father to my son. Growing up I considered Derrick as my brother although we weren’t related, we did everything together. I looked up to Derrick, he always had everything “under control”, even down to the girls he messed around with. However I wasn’t jealous; I was only proud of my brother, he was showing me how to be a responsible man, well at least I thought so.
I remember the day she born. I was nervous for the simple fact that my life would never be the same. Soon no longer would I be known as just Ayanna, I would take on a new title. A title that I would share with so many woman, and after eight long hours of labor, I would now be known to the world as mommy.
A sadness that can not be described came over me. I can remember wailing before God asking “why”? Not understanding, I fell into a deep despair. Nothing could comfort the pain that I felt inside. After a process of grieving, adoption became a reality in our lives instead of something we had just thought about from time to time.
Bam! My door swung open so hard it smacked the wall behind me. My mom stormed in my room like a little kid on christmas. Before I could even open my mouth and ask her why. She asked, “What would you think of getting a new baby brother?” I really was confused. She had told me just last week that she wasn’t able to have babies anymore. I replied, “Wait.. so does this mean that your tummy started working again?” My mom laughed and told me that we would try to adopt a baby who needed a new home. “I thought you could only adopt dogs?", I said. We had adopted my dog, Brady, for my 7th birthday just six months earlier and I always called him my brother because I wanted one so badly. She told me that sometimes mommies put their kids up for adoption so that they can have better homes. I didn’t even know that was legal! I had so many questions. I tried asking all of them but all she would say is that we would have a family discussion tonight at dinner.
Growing up I was an only child up until the time my parents divorced. Around the age of four, my father remarried. Kelley, my stepmother, had a son from her previous marriage, named Gabe who was six months younger in comparison to me. To this day, it is very difficult to cope with the idea of a second mom and a brother who I saw half the week and barely knew. As I matured, days became routine and almost awkward in a sense, due to the fact that Kelley and I had a difficult time getting along.
I believe I have a unique background that will distinguish me from other applicants. I was born in Wuhan, China and 16 months later I was living in the United States. My two loving parents decided that they wanted to adopt and years later I became a Chesser and a United States Citizen. My adoption has become part of my story: who I am. I was fortunate to have my mother with me for seven years before she passed away from breast cancer. My mother was there for me every step of the way, from the beginning of my adoption to entering third grade. She was a music teacher and music was a part of her life; she made it mine as well. I am currently in my fourteenth year in piano, and it has grown into something that helps me feel connected to my mother.
Although I was young, I remember the day It happened. I was congratulated and welcomed by a bunch of unfamiliar faces, I was trying to get to know. On my adoption day, I was young, but old enough to know what was happening and somewhat my circumstance. I was a four year-old girl who knew I got taken from my parents, and other family I lived with in the past. Although I wasn't distraught because I was young and these new people were so nice, I still felt the need to stick by the side of my biological brother and sister who too, were getting adopted.
At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, 2 a.m. bathroom runs were as common as breathing. I remember getting out of bed to relieve the pressure from my 6 pound baby girl pressing down on my bladder. Out of all nights, it had to be “dad’s night out” before the baby came. As I got up from flushing the toilet I noticed I kept leaking but I was sure it was not pee. My water was breaking! I quickly called my boyfriend and grandmother so they could drive me to the hospital. My baby girl was on her way!
January 26, 2012 was like any other day. I was laying down because I was pregnant and ready to go into labor. My daughter was so stubborn that she would not come. Everybody I knew was having their baby except for me. I felt fat and tired of being pregnant. But on that day, she finally came and I was so happy.
When I was a teenager, I always wondered what the meaning of life was and where mine would lead. It was the moment my doctor told me I was pregnant, that I soon came to terms with the fact that my life and identity would be dedicated to my child. When you give birth to someone, you give infinite love with no expectations. In my opinion, the role of a mother in a traditional family plays an important role. The respect a mother receives is very vital in the family. A mother’s love is what creates warmth in the family. I have always seen the smile on a baby’s face when the mother began to caress it. I anticipated the moment where it would soon be my turn to cradle
You give birth to a child you count each finger each toe. You fall in love. All you see is the good thing in life. You see on the news about kids dying from getting hit by cars, being left in hot cars. You go on life thinking oh that can’t happen to me. I never in a hundred years thought it could be my child. But unfortunately, death, can sweep you away in an instant.