Growing up Adopted.Thoughts from an adoptee and adoptive mom. I am a 34 yr old adoptee/Caucasian adopted in to a Caucasian family. My 19mo old daughter is also adopted is African American (BM was from a bi-racial family, but identified herself as African American) Right now our questions come from strangers "is she yours" I just say "Yes" and give no detail unless asked, "Where did she come from", I say "Texas" or "Is she adopted?" "Yes, we met when she was only 56 hours old". We live in a very Caucasian part of Ohio. We are currently open in talking to people, I remember people asking my parents about my adoption, so I guess I'm "used" to it. A few times people have asked was she a foster child?(with a negative tone)or "Why her?”I proudly state "We were chosen by her BM out of 6 families” It puts a wonderful spin on the conversation, puts me in control and pushes doubts of Trans racial adoptions out of nosy peoples minds. I plan on letting our daughter lead the way as she grows. If she wants to talk great! If not I respect that. I remember times when being adopted was cool as a kid, and times when it wasn’t. Don’t be afraid to seek out support or play groups in your area, look hard they are problem there. Internet can give you comfort, but face to face with other families that look like yours comforts a child. They like to know they are not alone.
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