Today’s guest is Rebecca Hawkes, an adoptive mom that was also adopted…
I knew she was mine — or perhaps it is more accurate to say that I knew I was hers — the moment I saw her profile on the Massachusetts Adoption Research Exchange’s website. My husband and I were in the early stages of our adoption journey, still doing general research, when we “found” our daughter Ashley, who was at that time seven years old. From that moment forward the focus of our adoption process was entirely on this one child. I printed out her profile that day and the next day I called the Department of Children and Families to schedule the inspection of our home. Two weeks later we began the class that is required in our state for all who are interested in adopting through foster care.
I could give you a list of particular things that made us believe that she would be a good match for us and vice versa, but it wasn’t really about any of those specific things. Rather, it was an emotional decision, a connection, a call.
What do you do when you are convinced that you are meant to be someone’s parent, but the rest of the world doesn’t know it yet? How do you walk through the long bureaucratic slog of the foster-to-adopt process, waiting for the system catch up with your heart and without any guarantee that it will?
It isn’t easy, believe me.
The day I first met Ashley in person was one of the most memorable bizarre days of my life. There I was feeling like her mother, all of my mother-bear instincts fully triggered, but she didn’t know it, nor did anyone else. Officially, I was nobody to her — just one of many prospective adoptive parents at a public event attended by foster children with goals of adoption. Our adoption home-study wasn’t even yet approved. But when other adults would come up to her to interact, it took great effort on my part not to place myself between her and them and say, in a not so friendly tone, “Stay away! She’s mine! Can’t you see that?!”
Even then, I knew this was a little nuts. As one part of me was experiencing an irrational possessiveness, another part of me was saying “Whoa there, Rebecca, get a grip.” In fact, I spent a lot of time in those uncertain months before Ashley moved in with us trying to get a grip, trying to talk myself back from the edge to a more logical (and less risky) position.
But eventually, I gave up. I decided that if I was going to do this, I might as well go all out from square one. After all, didn’t this kid deserve to be loved like crazy? Don’t we all? In life, there is always risk; there is risk in loving, and there is risk in holding back. The process of adopting from foster care is not an easy one, and neither, for that matter, is parenting, day to day. It helps to be a bit crazy-in-love right from the start.
Rebecca Hawkes writes about her experiences as both an adoptive mother and a reunited adult adoptee at Love is Not Pie. She is also a founder of Ashley’s Moms, a fledgling organization focused on helping families create thriving open-adoptions that support all involved, especially the child.