Thanks
to all of you who have called and emailed wanting to know when my book
is hitting the market. I'm overwhelmed and grateful! All I can tell you is, "Soon! In time for
holiday gifting." I'll let you know as soon as it's out. In the
meantime, here's an excerpt from the introduction.
Adoptive
parents don't love their children the same way biological parents do.
That's an uncomfortable notion for a lot of people, but it's true. We
don't love our children the same way. We can't. That's not who our
children are. Our children come to us from someone else. They were
conceived without our knowledge or participation. They lived in someone
else's body, and the most important decision about their lives was made
by someone else. Our children carry someone else with them into our
hearts, and we love them differently because of it.
Adoptive
families navigate emotional terrain that fully-biological families
don't have to. As a young child I learned that babies are made in a
special way between a man and a woman who love each other very much.
Well, neither of my children was made that way. My husband and I have
to figure out how to teach our children that sex is a sacred commitment
between adults, knowing that some day they will realize they were
conceived under very different circumstances.
Nothing about
parenting is simple. All parents juggle their dreams, their instincts,
and conventional wisdom, and in the end, most of us leap with faith.
What's different for adoptive parents is that adoption adds an
undercurrent to the parent-child relationship, and every decision we
make passes through that current. Everything we think, everything we
say, everything we do is nuanced by adoption. When our toddlers act
out, when our adolescents experiment with new identities, when our
adult children reject us, we experience all of that against the
backdrop of adoption. We analyze all of that within the context of what
we know and don't know about our childrens' birth families, and we
wonder about the long-term effects of adoption on our children. We
wonder if we are enough.
Right now, our daughter is perfectly
at peace about having grown in her birth mother's tummy until she was
ready for us to bring her home. I'm not looking forward to the day she
realizes that before we became her parents, her birth parents made the
decision to place her for adoption. In the most basic sense, she was in
fact rejected from one life before being accepted into another. That's
a tough reality for a lot of adoptees. It's also a tough reality for a
lot of adoptive parents.
What I Want My Adopted Child to Know
is a book adoptive parents can give to their child and say, 'I know
adoption is painful, unsettling, joyous, and affirming. It's that way
for me too. More than anything, adoption is the way we came together,
and I'll always be grateful for that.'”
Wherever you find yourself among the pages of this book, I hope that What I Want My Adopted Child to Know makes your life different, just as adoption does.
Sally Bacchetta
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