Our Adoption Stories

I was born to a 17 year old mother and 15 year old father in 1963.  Given no other alternatives by her parents, my birth mother relinquished me for adoption with a broken heart.  I am happy with the life that I have had, but I am sad that my birth mother and so many other young women in her position were not given the support to make their own choices regarding their babies.

My parents came to adoption because of infertility.  My older brother was also adopted.  Two years after I came home, my mother gave birth to my younger sister.  My parents were amazing and my childhood was happy.  There was very little in the way of resources for adoptive parents in those days.  My parents instinctivly got it right.  They were open, honest and comfortable with us regarding our adoptions.  I am sure they are the reason that I have always felt good about being an adopted person.

I met my birth father in 1983, my birth mother in 1984 and have been meeting birth family members ever since.  I have 8 biological half siblings, lots of cousins, aunts and uncles.  I have formed wonderful and positve relationships with many members of my birth family. Other relationships have been more difficult, there has been a real struggle to find a place that is comfortable for both them and me.  Being in 'reunion' has  been the most complicated part of being adopted for me. 
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My husband Kurt and I have two biological daughters, who were in high school, when we decided to add to our family through adoption.  I liked growing up in a family that was formed by birth and adoption and it felt right and good  to complete our family through adoption.

It was during a church service, where missionaries from Kenya were speaking, that I first felt the pull to adopt from Africa.  Initally Kurt thought that I was insane, we were so close to being done raising kids!  Eventually after much discussion, education and prayer, Kurt agreed with me.  We decided that we would adopt a child from Ethiopia who was waiting for a family.

In January of 2006, Mikias joined our family at age 4 1/2 from Ethiopia.  About 18 months later, it was Kurt who felt a strong pull to return to Ethiopia, and we began the adoption process again.  In December of 2007, 3 1/2 year old Jemberu became our son.  It would be impossible for me to express how much our sons have added to our lives. 

Adoption has affected my entire life.  I am glad to have a place to share my experiences, stories and sometimes confusion.  I am grateful to have so many great people read my blog and share their stories with me.