Shedding light on the many different brushstrokes that make up a family portrait
In honour of National Adoption Month, Carrie Goldman’s Portrait of an Adoption is running a series of bog posts designed to give a voice to different perspectives on adoption. This series will feature a guest posts for each day of November, and will include contributions by adoptees, birth parents, adoptive parents, and foster parents turned adoptive parents. Each story is personal, candid, and offers a deeper understanding of what adoption means.
For one writer, adoption was a five-year process that involved buying “enough baby clothes to make Suri look like a vagrant”, subscribing and withdrawing from message boards, and screaming inside her head every time someone asked why the process was taking so long. Then, after the long haul of burying her “huge, intangible hope” deep down inside her for five years, she all of a sudden found herself a “Parent. Of a toddler. Just like that”, and was elated to find that she had the mom thing on lockdown from the first time she held her son.
