it’s his story now, not mine
I created this blog with the intention of documenting the process of adopting a child through the Foster Care system. When we first told family and friends of our plan to adopt via Foster, it was met with mostly excitement and support.
But, there were a few people who couldn’t hide their uneasiness and/or fear for us. So, I thought how great it would be to tell the story as it was happening (hopefully with a happy ending). This wasn’t just for those who know us, but for anyone out there afraid of the idea of adoption. Especially through Foster Care.
I expected to possibly write about what it was like to wait months (maybe years), raise an interracial family, deal with developmental delays, attempt to understand birth parents who lost their children due to their own demons, and maybe even how difficult it was to “say no” to a child after a telling. All emotional events that would help others if they knew what it was like when someone else went through it.
What I never imagined, as those of you who have followed this blog know, was to get a call two weeks after we were approved and bring a perfectly healthy newborn baby boy two weeks after that.
We never waited. Our son was placed for adoption by a young couple who truly wanted what was best for him, took good care of him in utero and voluntarily sought “the perfect” family to raise him. We have a great relationship with his biological parents. Ayden’s ethnic background is similar to ours (he even has red highlights in his hair – for now, at least). He’s healthy and on target or advanced in all of his development milestones.
Tomorrow, we go to court and finalize the adoption, legally making Ayden our son (even though he’s been our son since just before he was born). What is there to share from here on out? I mean, we really have no challenges that are much different than just about every other parent out there. From here on out, anything I would write about would be no different than any other parenting blog.
I could detail the special relationship we have with Ayden’s birth parents, but that’s not my story to tell. That’s really theirs. I could begin to chronicle what it’s like for my son to know his birth parents and how we work that out. But again, that’s really his story. Same goes for just about everything else that would be unique to write about.
If there’s anything of interest or learning moving forward, it’s Ayden’s story – and his life. Hopefully he’ll share it in the future, but I think this is my cue to end the “adoption” blog and start simply talking about “my son” when I feel compelled. It won’t be here, though.
Thanks for reading. And if you have any questions whatsoever about adopting though San Diego County, the Foster Care system or in general, you can find me on Twitter.







