Open to Open Adoption

Domestic, Feature — By Michelle on October 4, 2009 at 8:00 am

As I turned into the parking lot, my palms were sweating and my stomach in knots. We were meeting them; the expectant couple who’d picked our profile from the many others on file with our agency. They’d picked our profile, and they wanted to meet us before the baby was born. They wanted to meet us to see if they wanted to pursue the possibility of an adoption placement for their daughter, possibly even an open adoption placement.

I saw a couple walk into the building, and found a parking space. I met my husband in the lot-we had both left work early for this meeting. We made our way in to the lobby and sat down, waiting. There were other people there, and I wondered, “Who was it that picked us? Who was it that wanted to see us in person?”

We were called back, and entered a room especially for this kind of meeting-it was no one’s office, there was no telephone or computer, it was a room for talking, without interruption. We saw our case worker, and the expectant parent caseworker, and then we were introduced to Jane and Geoff.

I had spent no time wondering what they looked like. I was surprised they were both tall. I remember being seated, and making small talk. For as monumental as the moment was, I don’t remember much about how the conversation started. We took turns explaining what brought us to the adoption table.  And after awhile, we were talking easily with each other. We met for about 90 minutes. I remember Jane telling us why she chose our profile. I remember my husband asking Jane and Geoff if they had to make a profile book, what would it look like. I remember, oddly enough, discussing the movie Diary of a Mad Black Woman. Through that conversation, we discovered the fantastic world of Tyler Perry, and every time we watch a movie of his, we bring up the fact that it was Jane and Geoff who turned us on to them.

When we left that meeting, we felt good—good that not only would we be adopting the child ready to arrive, but good that we felt a connection with these expectant parents. That after debating about being “open to open adoption” on our application,  we would be more than willing to venture into an open adoption.  A few days later, we got an email telling us that Jane and Geoff felt the same way.

Four years and two children later, we still have an open relationship.  We know a lot more about each other now, than we did in that first 90 minute meeting. But that first 90 minutes laid the ground work for everything else that was to come.

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    5 Comments

  • Mara says:

    If adoption is ever to occur, it should be MANDATORY that all adoptions are OPEN unless there are exigent circumstances that would endanger the child.

    If society wants what’s best for children, then OPEN ADOPTIONS will become law in all 50 states. If society continues to believe that adoptive parents have complete control over the “being” that they adopted then adoptees will continue to be victimized by closed adoptions and closed (sealed) birth records.

  • Michelle says:

    Mara, you know, open adoption is the only adoption I’ve ever known. I know that other kinds exist, but I am grateful that our experience, and the experience for our children will be open as open can be. I think the wondering would be too much to take, especially now since Jane and I have the relationship where we are just a text message away from each other.

  • admin says:

    Mara, I suppose I was under that assumption that closed adoptions did not exist anymore because ALL of the agencies that I have spoken with do not even offer it. Sorry if I misunderstood.

  • Mara says:

    Closed adoption occur every day in the U.S. and around the world. Also, the legacy of closed adoptions continues throughout history. Until MY birth records are RIGHTFULLY UNSEALED, my children, my grandchildren, my great-grandchildren and on and on and on will continue to be victimized by the “closed” adoption era and it’s agents who sold us “blank tablets” on which to paint new identities onto.

    If you would have seen how painful it was for my son when he couldn’t do a family tree last year in school because MY birth records are sealed, you would have an idea of what I’m talking about. It’s a perpetual discrimination, the “gift” that keeps on giving.

    I’m not a commodity. I want my identity back.

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