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athousanderrors) wrote2017-03-12 07:19 pm
athousanderrors) wrote2017-03-12 07:19 pm
foxchaos: thepageofhopes: eronthebender: mysteryofthelizardmen: diamondsdroog: itcuddles: here...
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foxchaos:
thepageofhopes:
eronthebender:
mysteryofthelizardmen:
diamondsdroog:
itcuddles:
here is an idea: normalise the idea that adopting kids is a valid option even for parents who could conceive a child themselves, and not just an inferior backup option for parents who can’t
Just coming from an adopted kid, the benefits of adoption:
-When your kid asks where they come from you can literally say you pre-ordered them and waited for them to come in. My dad always equated picking me up from the hospital to ordering a sofa at k-mart and it always made me laugh. No need to explain pregnancy till they’re older.
-Your child will always know it was wanted and on purpose. My parents waited 5 years for me. They waited. For me to be born. I was wanted, from the moment I came into this world, by the people who raised me.
-You don’t have to pay for pregnancy or birth. Just adoption fees. No thirty thousand dollar hospital bill.
-You don’t have to give birth, or be pregnant, both of which objectively suck.
-The biological parents of that baby will be so happy that there is someone in the world who is willing to watch over their child. The relief that comes with that is overwhelming.
-You’re saving a child’s life that would otherwise potentially be stuck in the adoption and foster system for their entire childhood.
I’ve always heard arguments about wanting the baby to be ‘yours’ but really. My parents are my parents. Just because I don’t share their DNA doesn’t mean I’m not theirs. When it comes right down to it, blood of the bond is thicker than water of the womb.
As another adopted kid, I second every point made here. When I’m asked if it’s weird having been adopted, the simple answer I always give is, “No, because I know for damned sure my parents love me and I love them to death too.”
Let a child into your life who needs a good life of their own. Consider adoption.
Also stop believing TV, Kids wanna be adopted and most of them aren’t gonna get with their adopted parents and then be like “well it’s been fun having you raise me since before I could talk and loving me for the past 12-15 years but fuck you now I’m going to find my real family and live with them forever and be a “normal teenager/child.”
America needs to stop putting blood relationships above every other type of family.
Also, as an addition to everything but especially the last point: TELL YOUR KID THEY ARE ADOPTED. The last situation only happens if its kept a secret because it becomes a grass is always greener scenario. If the child knows, it becomes a normal thing.
Another adopted kiddo! Yes to all this! My parents adopted my sister and I from the Ukraine and boy oh boy they went through some shit to do it. But like, they did that. ALL OF THAT, all the obnoxious paperwork and multiple people telling them to sign this and pay this etc etc etc and the plane and EVERYTHING because they wanted us. There’s so much love there. And they’ve always been so honest with us from the start. “You’re adopted and you’re our daughters”. Always just that. It’s beautiful, really. I am always a fan of adoption, and it NEEDS to be normalized as a real, legit way to have kids. Not a back up plan or a “well I guess…..”. And it isn’t just for rich celebs. My parents were standard middle class-ish when they adopted my sister and I. It was a long and arduous process and they have always said they’d have done it a thousand times if it meant bringing us home.
I always knew I was adopted; I learnt to read on books like ‘Why Was I Adopted?’
My parents always said “If you get anyone making fun of you for being adopted, you just tell them, ‘I’m special because I was chosen; your parents got stuck with you’.” Thankfully I never had to, but that idea always stuck with me.
My parents went through a long, arduous process to adopt me (and then, 7 years later, my brother). They have always said they’d do it again in a heartbeat. I am my parent’s child. My biological parents gave me my height, my red hair, my propensity to burn in the sun. My real parents gave me my values, and taught me to be the person I am today.
foxchaos:
thepageofhopes:
eronthebender:
mysteryofthelizardmen:
diamondsdroog:
itcuddles:
here is an idea: normalise the idea that adopting kids is a valid option even for parents who could conceive a child themselves, and not just an inferior backup option for parents who can’t
Just coming from an adopted kid, the benefits of adoption:
-When your kid asks where they come from you can literally say you pre-ordered them and waited for them to come in. My dad always equated picking me up from the hospital to ordering a sofa at k-mart and it always made me laugh. No need to explain pregnancy till they’re older.
-Your child will always know it was wanted and on purpose. My parents waited 5 years for me. They waited. For me to be born. I was wanted, from the moment I came into this world, by the people who raised me.
-You don’t have to pay for pregnancy or birth. Just adoption fees. No thirty thousand dollar hospital bill.
-You don’t have to give birth, or be pregnant, both of which objectively suck.
-The biological parents of that baby will be so happy that there is someone in the world who is willing to watch over their child. The relief that comes with that is overwhelming.
-You’re saving a child’s life that would otherwise potentially be stuck in the adoption and foster system for their entire childhood.
I’ve always heard arguments about wanting the baby to be ‘yours’ but really. My parents are my parents. Just because I don’t share their DNA doesn’t mean I’m not theirs. When it comes right down to it, blood of the bond is thicker than water of the womb.
As another adopted kid, I second every point made here. When I’m asked if it’s weird having been adopted, the simple answer I always give is, “No, because I know for damned sure my parents love me and I love them to death too.”
Let a child into your life who needs a good life of their own. Consider adoption.
Also stop believing TV, Kids wanna be adopted and most of them aren’t gonna get with their adopted parents and then be like “well it’s been fun having you raise me since before I could talk and loving me for the past 12-15 years but fuck you now I’m going to find my real family and live with them forever and be a “normal teenager/child.”
America needs to stop putting blood relationships above every other type of family.
Also, as an addition to everything but especially the last point: TELL YOUR KID THEY ARE ADOPTED. The last situation only happens if its kept a secret because it becomes a grass is always greener scenario. If the child knows, it becomes a normal thing.
Another adopted kiddo! Yes to all this! My parents adopted my sister and I from the Ukraine and boy oh boy they went through some shit to do it. But like, they did that. ALL OF THAT, all the obnoxious paperwork and multiple people telling them to sign this and pay this etc etc etc and the plane and EVERYTHING because they wanted us. There’s so much love there. And they’ve always been so honest with us from the start. “You’re adopted and you’re our daughters”. Always just that. It’s beautiful, really. I am always a fan of adoption, and it NEEDS to be normalized as a real, legit way to have kids. Not a back up plan or a “well I guess…..”. And it isn’t just for rich celebs. My parents were standard middle class-ish when they adopted my sister and I. It was a long and arduous process and they have always said they’d have done it a thousand times if it meant bringing us home.
I always knew I was adopted; I learnt to read on books like ‘Why Was I Adopted?’
My parents always said “If you get anyone making fun of you for being adopted, you just tell them, ‘I’m special because I was chosen; your parents got stuck with you’.” Thankfully I never had to, but that idea always stuck with me.
My parents went through a long, arduous process to adopt me (and then, 7 years later, my brother). They have always said they’d do it again in a heartbeat. I am my parent’s child. My biological parents gave me my height, my red hair, my propensity to burn in the sun. My real parents gave me my values, and taught me to be the person I am today.