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Valentine's Day is the Day for Adoptions - My Kids' Short Story

Updated on August 30, 2017

My Valentine Kids

Two of my children's Adoptions were finalized on Valentines' Day, and for the third child, Valentines' Day always signifies his adoption too.

Two of the Counties, in which we adopted babies, complete adoptions every Valentines' Day.

There They Are in the Vintage Postcard at Left

In the picture, dressed in OshKoshes, my children get a wheelbarrow ride!

The first baby brought the love of motherhood to my life, and the second, and third babies, completed the family picture.

After undergoing fertility testing, my then husband and I attended an adoption presentation, after a televised call from the Archbishop for our diocese, for couples to consider adoption.

The Archbishop pointed out how many thousand infants awaited home placements. Two months later we became parents.

sentimental and realistic lens story

My focus is on the wonders of adoption of my babies, whose birth parents could not raise them. I have always told my children that I support them if they decide to search for their birth parents. It's the reality that they were born of the union of two other parents. Not all adoptions work, but these are three that have.

Since he was a summer baby, and the waiting period from placement to adoption was six months, our first adoption case was ripe for conclusion on the following Valentines' Day.

My middle son's adoption took place during summer, since he was born the previous winter, and no one wanted to wait over a year to finalize that adoption.

My daughter's adoption ceremony in court took place just a few days short of her first Birthday. It was a real family occasion.

Natural to Speak About Adoption

Our older two sons participated in the adoption ceremony for our baby girl. That made it easy to continue our talk about adoption, in the family. Adoption was common in our small town valley, so adopted children never felt the ostracization that some kids feel, when they are the only adopted child in their school.

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The Meaning of Adoption

Baby, We Were Meant for Each Other: In Praise of Adoption
Baby, We Were Meant for Each Other: In Praise of Adoption

I like this book's focus on how families find meaning through adoptions that fill their hearts and homes. By NPRs Scott Simon.


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Joys of Adoption are Evident Here

From the moment I became a mother, I took to parenthood like the proverbial duck. This photo was taken in the little old ranch hand's house we rented. It was 17 miles out of the small town, to which we moved when the baby was eleven months old.

Most folks would call it a cabin, a mere 20' x 20' in size. The baby's room barely fit two cribs and a dressing table. Our baby didn't know that was anything but normal, and his good nature defied the notion of crying baby, after the first couple months.

We introduced our second baby into that tiny home, a mere five months later. From that day on, the older son became his little brother's shepherd, entertaining and teaching him how to be a country boy.

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Second Son Enters Our Christmas Scene

My first son delighted in the arrival of his baby brother. It was the coldest winter since I had lived in Fairbanks, as a child.

I remember how, for our new baby's first couple months, living inside our cabin was like living on a porch.

I hung wool blankets over the windows (luckily, it was a small building, and there were only two windows per side of our 20' sq. home, so we didn't run out of blankets).

The temperature was near or below zero for weeks. I skipped his baths for a while, and swaddled him in layers of baby clothing, topping him off with the wool cable stitched knitted and hooded baby bunting I had made for his homecoming.

I snuggled up with him for feedings, next to our wildly roaring and vibrating oil stove that sat prominently in the living room, near the open doors of our two bedrooms. I wore a long wool bathrobe over my clothing and leather moon boots, and gloves, indoors.

The cabin was wood frame, with a deep crawl space which collected drainage water in its bowl shaped dirt bottom. We could literally hear frogs singing to us during warmer weather nights.

This darling baby added a rich dimension to our family life. Having one toddler entertain and help his baby brother with everything from feeding to dressing, to playing, was a huge joy.

A Daughter Completes the Family

I took this photograph of our baby daughter on the day we picked her up at the Adoption Agency.

I bundled her into the pale green wool bunting I knitted for her older brother, for the 100 miles snowy drive home.

Local adoptions were typically made in another county, to protect the anonymity of the birth parents. It was surprising how the birth rate plunged in the year following the passage of Roe vs. Wade.

Our first adoption-to-placement period spanned two months; the second took four months; the third, in 1972, took more than three years. We breathed a sigh of relief, once we held the baby in our arms, since we knew that if we missed out on this placement, the wait for an infant would be incredibly long.

Our boys were full of chatter at the wonder of driving home with this new tiny creature in my arms, in the day before infant seats were invented.

Bringing a daughter home was a process that still brings tears to my life. When my second son was 2 1/2 yr. old we build a new house on our own acreage, so the house was complete and ready for another baby who would have her own room.

Now we had two boys to help and entertain the new baby! Luckily, her brother, who was only 3 1/2 years her senior, was always on hand for the first year of her amazing life. He took particular delight on teasing her into fits of laughter, bringing her toys, helping her eat, and becoming her eager servant.

A Story of Adoption Gratitude

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I Wished for You: An Adoption Story (Marianne Richmond)
I Wished for You: An Adoption Story (Marianne Richmond)

Use this delightful book to introduce the subject of adoption to your kids. I like it because it takes the burden of creative explanation off the parents, who may still feel awkward talking to their child about where they really came from.


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      pawpaw911 5 years ago

      Some parents become parents by chance, or accident, but when you adopt, it is a special kind of love. You make a conscious decision to make that lifelong commitment.

      I adopted my oldest son, when he was 10 years old. He is now grown, and has given me a beautiful granddaughter. I couldn't imagine life without them.

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      Virginia Allain 6 years ago from Central Florida

      I enjoyed hearing about the additions to your family. I have a niece who adopted twins. They are a lot of fun and going to school already.