Shame in adoption

August 26th, 2006

One day, Tony confessed that he didn't like being the skeleton in someone's closet. He didn't like being the object of shame. With this, I was faced by a choice: I could, in essence, lose my son a second time to shame and society's approbation, or I could choose differently this time, claiming my son and his place in my life. Recently, I have commented on how I sometimes long for lighter subjects. You know...funny comments made by my children or cute things that they have done. Many of our bloggers have young children, and relate some wonderfully amusing and poignant anecdotes about their children. My children are all grown, one with children of her own. Therefore,I have no cute little ones… [more]