Our daughter is adopted, and she has turned out to be nothing but a source of joy and pride for me and sadly, my now deceased wife. We got our daughter at 24 days old and would have adopted more had not the civil war in Sir Lanka broken out.
There was never any question that she was not our natural child; my wife was a beautiful, blue eyed German and I, while somewhat a dark complexioned Italian, unquestionably Caucasian. (long story, but I was living and working in Germany when I met my wife and adopted our daughter).
When we once discussed the topic of seeing her natural mother, she said that we were her parents, were there for her, raised her, picked her up when she fell (literally and figuratively). We are her parents, and she knows no other.
Adopted children just do not "happen": they are a deliberate choice. I could not agree more with KrisBKream that it takes love, discipline, and tenacity to have a shot at being a good parent. All three require a ton of hard work. I would add a lot of patience. To this day, my daughter calls me a benevolent dictator; yet we are very close. We both just came back from Vegas and the Grand Canyon for a bit of sightseeing and some golf, food, and entertainment. It was a "family" trip that we had discussed when my wife was in the hospital a few weeks before she passed. She wanted to do the trip with at least one parent and as a memory to her mom. Although, she lives and works in another city about 70 miles away, we talk at least 3 x a week and see each other about once a month.
Our daughter is now 26 and drop dead gorgeous by anyone's standard. She is also very bright, receivrf her MBA last year and landed a great job commensurate with her skills in Michigan's terrible job market. She also had the perseverance to send out 958 letters and fight through 4 interviews to nail it down. Yet, she has the smile and personality to light up the darkest room (admittedly, more her mom's doing than mine. I am by nature grumpy).
The hard part about parenting starts after birth. My only tip to any parent: learn to set limits and boundaries in such as way as to not suffocate a child, but make sure that children understand when they are getting close to the edge and that there will be consequences for crossing the line. I see far too many parents yell at a child, and yell, and yell until they lose patience and whack them. Kids are not stupid; they learn soon enough how to extend the boundaries and manipulate adults. If the only consequence of bad behavior is being yelled at or getting smacked (fundamentally a really bad way to do things), then they will learn: that wasn't such a high price to pay for extending the borders.
Whether natural or adopted, the parent child bonding starts after birth, and when you have it, there is no greater satisfaction on the planet.
There was never any question that she was not our natural child; my wife was a beautiful, blue eyed German and I, while somewhat a dark complexioned Italian, unquestionably Caucasian. (long story, but I was living and working in Germany when I met my wife and adopted our daughter).
When we once discussed the topic of seeing her natural mother, she said that we were her parents, were there for her, raised her, picked her up when she fell (literally and figuratively). We are her parents, and she knows no other.
Adopted children just do not "happen": they are a deliberate choice. I could not agree more with KrisBKream that it takes love, discipline, and tenacity to have a shot at being a good parent. All three require a ton of hard work. I would add a lot of patience. To this day, my daughter calls me a benevolent dictator; yet we are very close. We both just came back from Vegas and the Grand Canyon for a bit of sightseeing and some golf, food, and entertainment. It was a "family" trip that we had discussed when my wife was in the hospital a few weeks before she passed. She wanted to do the trip with at least one parent and as a memory to her mom. Although, she lives and works in another city about 70 miles away, we talk at least 3 x a week and see each other about once a month.
Our daughter is now 26 and drop dead gorgeous by anyone's standard. She is also very bright, receivrf her MBA last year and landed a great job commensurate with her skills in Michigan's terrible job market. She also had the perseverance to send out 958 letters and fight through 4 interviews to nail it down. Yet, she has the smile and personality to light up the darkest room (admittedly, more her mom's doing than mine. I am by nature grumpy).
The hard part about parenting starts after birth. My only tip to any parent: learn to set limits and boundaries in such as way as to not suffocate a child, but make sure that children understand when they are getting close to the edge and that there will be consequences for crossing the line. I see far too many parents yell at a child, and yell, and yell until they lose patience and whack them. Kids are not stupid; they learn soon enough how to extend the boundaries and manipulate adults. If the only consequence of bad behavior is being yelled at or getting smacked (fundamentally a really bad way to do things), then they will learn: that wasn't such a high price to pay for extending the borders.
Whether natural or adopted, the parent child bonding starts after birth, and when you have it, there is no greater satisfaction on the planet.
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