realadoptivemother

YES, finally, after waiting almost 3 years for our referral, it is REAL! We are going back to China to bring our 6 month old baby home. She is our 4th daughter! We can’t wait…after being all crampy and freaked out about China’s process slowing down and may be closing down, we are going to hold her in a few days. We love her already like crazy!

When we were brand new parents to our first daughter, we used to be very friendly to strangers asking inappropriate questions. We thought we had to. Actually, my husband did. So they would asked “Is that your daughter?” or again “Where are her real parents?” or also “How much was it?” or sometimes “Where did you get her from?”. And then they would pat her head. When I was by myself with her somewhere I would ask people not to touch her. Never would I go around in a supermarket and pat every childs head. So, we would answer these questions and almost always get the comment “Oh, you are so nice to adopt. What a lucky child!”. In fact, people say that to us every day.

And I don’t really know WHY! The children are not lucky and we didn’t adopt because we were doing them a favor. For us, adoption is just a way of having children. Nobody in our family is especially nice or lucky. We are just a family. A real family!

And the questions…later more.

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Real Adoptive Mother

I am the adoptive mother for my 3 daughters, born in China. As I write that, it sounds so strange to me. I never think of myself in day-to-day life, oh yes, right, I am the adoptive mother. I am just mothering. Our children know since ever, that they were adopted, but we don’t make every possible effort to teach them to be upset about that. I still get upset about people’s comments and questions “Where is their real mother?”. I can’t believe that adoption is still such an  unknown situation, that people still talk about “blood is thicker than water”…..that they still call adopted children “not your own children”. 

I am starting this blog today, because, I can’t be the only one that wonders. I am a real mother. It feels real to me every second, my children are talking like me,  do things the way I do, formingthe same habits. And they know another woman gave birth to them, years ago in China. We talk about that openly,but what they want to hear over and over again, is, how exactly went every second of their adoption day.

So that is real.

RealAdoptiveMother

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