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A Dad’s Perspective On International Adoption

[Note: This was written for North State Parent magazine’s annual adoption issue.]

International adoption is a frustrating, difficult and expensive process, and yet I’m here to recommend it. And for two very good reasons.

My daughters.

While international adoption made my family possible, I’m not blind to its challenges. It’s neither simple nor inexpensive; you’re dealing with two governments, multiple bureaucracies, and one major international treaty.

In short, there will be paperwork.

But then, I’m told childbirth is no picnic either.

Embrace Help… And Patience

To help us navigate the international adoption process, my wife and I chose the oldest, most-established international adoption agency we could find (Holt International). Given the train wrecks we’ve seen others experience, we believe we made a wise choice.

We started the process by completing miles of paperwork and assembling an NSA-sized “dossier” of information about our family. Then we waited.

Eventually, we were matched with a gorgeous little girl named Meskerem, whose picture captured our hearts and whose name we decided to keep. Then we waited some more.

Ultimately, we were fingerprinted twice, visited by a social worker several times, sent our agency several alarmingly large checks, and… waited some more.

Adoptive families call this part the paper pregnancy, though actual pregnancy is shorter and doesn’t leave stretch marks on your file cabinets.

Eventually, we flew to Ethiopia (with ten other families), spent a week getting to know our new daughter, and flew home as a brand new family.

For some, this process can take several years (at 18 months, we were lucky) and cost as much as $20,000 to $30,000.

Note: You’re Not In Control

You should get used to the idea you’re not really in control of the adoption process. My oldest daughter’s adoption went smoothly and we were done, but fate has a way of tripping you up.

One summer afternoon, our adoption agency called, saying they’d just found out our daughter had a younger sister in the Ethiopian adoption system. And because of a mixup, she “was about to be adopted by another family.”

The Ethiopian government prefers to place siblings together, so suddenly, we had a choice to make; we had less than 24 hours to decide whether to adopt daughter #2.

In the end, it wasn’t really a decision; I imagined telling my oldest daughter she could have grown up with a sister, but didn’t because I wanted to fish more. So we began the long paper trek to adoption #2 (we got no break for already going through the process), and discovered the rules had changed. We now had to travel to Ethiopia twice.

Ouch.

I have no words to describe the experience of meeting our new daughter at the orphanage, playing with her for two hours, promising her we’d come back as soon as we could, then handing her back to the orphanage staff before we stumbled out to the car, tripping over the cracks in the sidewalk because we couldn’t see through the tears.

It was painful, but it was temporary. Eventually, my wife and her mother flew back to Ethiopia and brought our tiny daughter home, and today we’re a family, complete with matching sisters (now five and three). Ask me sometime if it was worth it.

“Why adopt internationally when there are kids right here who need parents?”

During a webinar hosted by our adoption agency, a prospective parent asked me if I had problems bonding with my adopted daughters. And why we adopted overseas in the first place.

They’re reasonable questions.

The answer to the bonding question was “No.” After watching Meski — my tiny new daughter — slowly fall asleep in my arms for the first time, I’d have taken a bullet for her. You could say it’s a rapid process. Resistance was futile.

The answer to the second question — why adopt overseas — was less clear. If you ask why we’d adopt “their” kids instead of our kids, your assumption is that our kids are worth more than their kids.

I’d argue against that kind of thinking.

Ethiopia is a beautiful country filled with friendly people, yet it’s one of the poorest nations in Africa, and the safety net is threadbare at best.

One statistic suggested my daughters — born in a remote area to a single, poverty-stricken mother in a very conservative Christian country — had slightly better than 50/50 odds of making it to their fifth birthday.

Given that both children were malnourished when relinquished (five months and two months, respectively), I’m happy my perfect little girls didn’t have to take those odds.

Even if they survived and made it to an orphanage, those facilities are overcrowded and underfunded, and when the kids “time out” — typically in their early teens — they’re simply back on the street.

More to the point, once you see an overseas orphanage full of kids — who are the same happy, difficult, whiny, laughing, energetic kids you’ll find here at home — the whole issue of ethnicity simply disappears. I wanted to take a dozen of them home with me, and I’m the guy who wasn’t sure he really wanted kids in the first place.

They’re just kids. And like any other kids, they deserve a chance.

After all the work and expense, we’re now a family like most other families, only we have a handful of friends in Ethiopia, a social worker who’s an invaluable resource, and a few extra stamps in our passports. International adoption may be costly and frustrating, but it’s also the source of the things I hold most dear.

Ask me if it’s worth it.

Tom Chandler lives in Mt. Shasta with his wife Nancy, and remains under the total and absolute control of his two daughters. He writes marketing copy and consults for a living, blogs about fly fishing and writing, and wonders where his spare time went.