Twenty-eight years ago, I gave birth to a boy who died from a brain tumor 13 months later. At 41, I knew I would likely not conceive again, so two years later, my husband and I adopted a three-year-old boy from Romania. I never thought of him as a “replacement” for the one who passed away, but always thought of him as my third child (we already had a daughter who was four when my other son passed away).
That adopted son is now an adult and I always told him the right child finds their way to the right mother. A few years ago, his girlfriend gave him a DNA test kit, so he could find out his medical history (at least that’s what she said). I, like you, am not a fan of DNA testing. However, he did the test and was then contacted by a distant cousin in Romania. His reaction was “Why should I want to know someone in Romania?”
Thank you, Dr. Laura, for all you do to encourage young girls to choose adoption and not the alternative. My son could not be any more mine than his siblings are.
Lynn
I Am an Adoptive Mother
