A personal view of adoption. Miracles are awaiting.
40 years ago, you would not adopt this child because he is mixed race.
Adopted children are bound to surprise you.
Adoption of a Child
Lately I have heard some interesting takes on adoption. Seems like there are crack babies out there. I hear that there are criminal elements involved in the handling of adoptions. And I hear of heartbreaking stories of young moms not having a clue and suffering their whole life long. Bummer, bummer and more bummer. Legal paperwork and procedures are not easy.
Getting a child on a good path in life is not so easy.
Back in the eighties I was a young aggressive attorney in Southern California. I got involved with this lady from a much more conservative state. She had three problems. Pregnant unwed women. Abused mother and children, by husband. And of course abused and abused pregnant women. Well this lady pulled me into her network to help get them out of their state. To get them to California where laws were more progressive and somewhat women’s rights friendly.
My wife and I “hosted” many of these women. I filed a lot of court paperwork to get them and their children protected and I did some adoption paperwork and hearings and hearings and hearings. That lady and I ran one heck of an underground safe haven program. Did I mention that it was illegal? You see a dad has rights, plain and simple. Back in the eighties he could abuse and endanger and not lose those rights. So the nice lady and I stole the children and women from one jurisdiction and hid them in the paperwork of a more acceptable jurisdiction.
This nice lady adopted me as youngest of six. Her heart and soul were all about nursing.
Love is in the blood but not of the blood.
Well I was an officer of the court. The nice lady was a government employee of her state. Needless to say, after a few years they busted us. Not really but they (government) let us know that they knew what we were up to. Their knowing endangered the confidentiality of children and moms so we agreed to stop. Not to mention I would have lost my law license and the nice lady her Nursing License.
So you ask,,, what does this have to do with adoption? Well the truth is that I still get an adoption anniversary (normally called a chosen day card) Sometime I know who from and sometimes not. College graduates, I even got one from a new MD. And the nice lady told me back around 2004 that she had received some from happy grandparents who were the adoptors of some of our children.
I hope that story lets you get a better understanding of adoption when it works right.
Let me give you an example. I was that nice lady’s adopted son. I long ago moved on from lawyering and my mom soars with angels.
Ps I did not make any money off of all that work. But when my mom and wife would hug me and look up into my big browns, I was king of the world.