December 27, 2017

We Didn’t Choose This (A Letter to My Children)

I wrote a letter to my children to express this imperfect mingling of pain and peace, loss and gain, sadness and joy.
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Walk up to any adoptive family, look at the children, say the words, “You are so lucky!” and watch the adoptive parents cringe.

Don’t worry – this isn’t a “10 things not to say” post.

This is an explanation of something deeper. This is a glimpse into the side of adoption that doesn’t always appear on Facebook feeds, blog posts, and Instagram photos.

This is a plea for all of us (adoptive families, friends, and onlookers) to see the full picture – both sides of the story – before making assumptions.

And it will hopefully shed light on why we cringe at the “lucky” comment.

To tell my children they are lucky to have been adopted is to ignore half of the story.

To tell them that they are only fortunate acknowledges the gain of the adoptive family and not the loss of the child’s whole world.

Children are placed for adoption for a variety of reasons, but all include incredible loss. Loss of parents and possibly siblings. Loss of heritage. Loss of culture.

Loss of sense of identity and stability and security. Maybe that doesn’t make sense because we focus so much on what they gain.

They gain a family, new parents, and siblings in the best situations. They gain a new home a warm bed, and full bellies.

The risk of starvation and disease or a life on the streets or in a group home is greatly reduced or removed.

But what we (the non-adopted person) got for free, through no merit of our own, they got for a great price.

I was born into all of those gifts – family, safe home, stability, and security – but my children had to lose absolutely everything and endure trauma I’ll never understand to get those things.

With this perspective, who sounds like the lucky one?

I’ve also been on the receiving end of comments about how lucky I am that I was able to “get a baby without doing the hard work of pregnancy and birth.”

Well-meaning people trying to be funny have made those comments, but they still sting and only tell a small part of the story.

True, my body didn’t go through all the changes pregnancy brings. I didn’t labor and go through the excruciating pain of birthing a child into the world.

Instead, I boarded a plane and had the luxury of choosing a cute outfit, doing my hair, and looking somewhat nice for the first moments with my babies.

But preceding those moments were years and years of heartache and grief brought on by my infertility and miscarriage.

I lost so much on my way to the path of adoption, and I still hurt over never getting to bring a child to life through my body. It will sting a little forever.

It doesn’t feel lucky that I didn’t have the whole pregnancy and birth experience. It feels hard and sad.

I believe healing occurs only when we recognize that something is broken. We can’t have true joy by ignoring pain.

So, in my heart and our family, we acknowledge the pain, mess, and brokenness in each of our stories.

We don’t use words like “lucky” to describe those stories. We have immense joy, love, and light in our family, and they were and are fought hard for… by all of us.

I wrote a letter to my children to express this imperfect mingling of pain and peace, loss and gain, sadness and joy. We’re walking through it together.

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Lauren Casper

Lauren’s essays, known for their vulnerability and personal story-telling style, have appeared on The Huffington Post, the TODAY show, Dailymail, Yahoo! News, and several other publications

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