Next month is November and that means National Adoption Month!
Every November I devote the whole month on Made to Mother™ for adoption stories, and I this year is no different! Get ready for a whole 30 days of stories that honor adoption…Birth mothers, adoptive mothers, adoptees, adoption-related organizations, and anyone else with a story about how adoption has touched them.
Adoption is probably my all-time favorite cause. There is nothing more beautiful to me than the strong mothers who make up the two sides of adoption. The woman who makes the brave choice to give life and a future to a child, and then hands that child over to another. And the woman who receives that baby to love and raise as if it were her own flesh and blood. Both are mothers and both deserve to have a whole month to celebrate their roles.
Of course there are many other influencing components in the complexity of adoption…the adoptee themselves, siblings, aunts and uncles and grandparents on both sides, adoption counselors, agencies, legal team, and caseworkers. The list can go on and on. Adoption touches so many different people and in many diverse ways.
If you or someone you know has a story of adoption, or works for or has been impacted by a reputable adoption organization that they would like to share about on M2M during the month of November, please contact me, I would love to feature them!
You can email me at wynter@madetomother.com.
I found this website after reading “I am his Birth Mother but not his Mom” and related to it so much. I just said that to my birthson at our 1st meeting, 45 years after giving birth to him. It has been a roller coaster of emotions and I am so grateful that I learned about my birth son’s loving family. I like that you wrote about pain being part of the process no matter how positive the experience is. There’s a loss that can’t be denied and I felt a piece of me was missing for many years. I met my birth pal (thats what I call him) once and have talked about meeting again. I don’t know what will be, I do know that I don’t feel like a piece of me is missing anymore.