I’ve been planning to write this for a while. Then I saw the link up to an open adoption roundtable discussion. Then, we got bad news.
The roundtable discussion is about how you deal with rude or awkward questions in the adoption world. We are on the adoptive parent side and yes, we hear stupid questions. Normally, I try to answer a vague answer and change the subject. Often we only share our open adoption details with other people involved in adoption because they seem to understand. I’ll just say that the rule of thumb in asking questions is, if it seems the least bit personal, deals with why, who, or was there….then don’t ask it. I don’t ask why your ex left you, who your dad was cheating with, or was there any truth to the fact that you got pregnant in the back seat of a car on prom night. Those are rude questions and I would hate for you to provoke me into asking them.
I think that people forget that real people are involved in adoption, with the children being the most important. The birth family has feelings as well and that family includes grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins along with the parents. I have never met a birth family who did NOT love and adore the child who was placed for adoption. Never once. They have suffered a loss and they grieve that loss.
Speaking of loss, we are feeling it now. Boo’s grandfather is dying. We have had an open adoption with him pretty much from the start. This is the thing that I hate telling people because it opens up so many questions from people. But now he is at the end and it really is painful. The call tonight was the one that says we probably have time for one more visit.
So, the roundtable question…..I wonder how I will handle questions about this. I hope well enough that people see that adoption can be open and hopefully, it benefits those involved. Hopefully in a way that help Boo deal with this loss. Hopefully, I won’t have scared anyone away who knows Boo from checking on her and asking how she is handling this, or giving advice.












I knew her story, that she had been in foster care for several years now, and that she would probably end up for adoption at some point. Before the night was over, she leaned forward from the back seat and asked, “Have you ever considered adoption? I’m sure you would make great parents” My husband was speechless, as was I, and let me tell you, me being speechless is a rare occurrence. 


