Mom Talk: Why I Chose Adoption Over Pregnancy
Written by Maryanne Dersch
Photography by PHOTOGRAPHED BY SARAH HEBENSTREIT
We know that there are countless ways to make a family, and in today’s Mom Talk essay, author Maryanne Dersch shares how and why she opted for adoption, from coming to terms with her lack of desire to be pregnant to choosing to adopt through the foster care system. The mother of three (Jazz, 20, AJ, 14, and Taylor, 12) also shares some helpful advice for those considering the same path.
I called it the baby burn: that feeling inside you of wanting to have a child. I did not have it. For as long as I could remember, I never wanted to be pregnant. Maybe it was because I grew up the youngest so I wasn’t around babies much. Maybe because in high school I was diagnosed with a mild heart condition and a doctor made a small comment about possibly not being able to have kids, and I latched onto that as a sure thing. Maybe because I was worried that there would be two of me in this world when I could barely handle one of me.
My husband, Jon, was okay with not having kids. We rolled happily through our twenties as dual income no kids DINKs. While our friends had kids, we were happy with an increasing number of cats and dogs to care for & we followed effective steps for the introduction between dogs & cats.
It all changed in our early 30s. We had kicked around the idea of adopting one day. One thing I know for sure: there are no accidental adoptions. So, nothing happened, except for I had cut an adoption-themed article out of a Parade magazine and it stuck to the office bulletin board. It hung there for years, with an increasing number of pin pricks as we moved it around. I could never throw it away.
It was in the late 1990s when Jon told me his heart was calling for a child. He probably didn’t use those words at the time. I would have done whatever I could to give him that. I thought I could talk myself into it.
So started a ritual. Every day on the drive home from work, I would imagine I was pregnant. I would try to feel a swollen belly, a leg kicking. Within minutes I was in tears. There was a lot of shame over this. “Why couldn’t I be like other women? Why couldn’t I just get pregnant?” Friends told me the same thing. I even got this comment at a party: “Why are you being selfish? Have his baby.”
I couldn’t. It wasn’t in my heart. As much as it was in the hearts of the women around me, it wasn’t in mine. I couldn’t put it there. Ashamed, I went to him and told him: “I would do anything to make you happy, and I can’t do this. Maybe I am not the girl for you.”
He went away with that for a while, then told me what grounded us for many years: “Family won’t mean anything unless it is with you.”
After that, the article on the bulletin board became a call to action. We dubbed 2002 “Year of the Child” and decided to start in earnest. We wanted to help a child close to home and couldn’t justify the expense to go overseas. We made the decision to adopt from foster care. Adoption conception: when you make “that call” to the agency, the one where you start the process. We enrolled in training classes to be licensed foster parents then adoptive parents.
The more we traveled down the adoption road, the better it felt. I realized that it was not parenting that I was opposed to, it was bringing a child into the world. My rescuer heart couldn’t justify it when there were children who needed homes.
I am not sure I would make the decision today. I know so much more about family reunification, the long-term pain of adoption, and how much better outcomes for kids are when they remain with parents, relatives, or kin. I also know that there are kids who need forever families, whose path to family doesn’t include relatives or kin. Most are older or have sibling groups. I serve on the board of the Foster and Adoptive Care Coalition. I understand how there are many children and teens who need the love and long-term stability of a family.
I tell people who want to adopt, it is about the kids, not you. If you are white, think carefully about adopting a child of color and do the research to understand if you are in a place to support that child. Understand that most kids who need homes are older or siblings.
My husband and I adopted our oldest child, Jasmine, in 2003. Turns out the black boy we were raising was a transgender girl. She came out this summer at 19. As we shared that story, so many people have said to me, “Well, she couldn’t have found a better family.” I used to wave that off, “Oh no, no, I am just being a parent.” What I have come to understand is that maybe my husband and I are especially suited to raise her, and I am proud of that. We adopted three kids from foster care, and my sister and brother-in-law adopted two kids. They had rough starts and now have bright futures. I am glad to provide bright futures and usher my kids into them. I wish one day our society would give enough support to families so that they wouldn’t have a rough start to begin with.
For more stories on adoption, check out our interviews with mothers Natalie Bowen, Myka Haddad, Sara Brawner, Amy Seek, Maria Confer, Nikky Cronk, and Kristen Philipkoski.
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