I was looking through some of my various social media profiles and they all include “adoptive mama.”

This was a title I was thrilled about for the past six months. I wanted everyone to know we were adopting a baby and we were going to be parents. It was so exciting.

Now that I am a mom, I find that I want to drop the “adoptive” part. I just want to be Isaiah’s mom. This surprises me. I think a part of me thought we would always be different than other moms and sons, but now that we’re here, it doesn’t feel like we’re different.

A friend suggested that I should be willing to tell people that Isaiah is adopted so that our story can benefit others. While I don’t entirely disagree with this, I also don’t want to make Isaiah feel any less of our son. I won’t tell people: “This is my adopted son, Isaiah.”

I don’t have any problem telling our story, and I intend to be open with Isaiah about his adoption, but I don’t feel like I need to tell everyone who asks about him. I have things to give him from his birth mom, so I definitely don’t intend to act like she doesn’t exist.

When others who don’t know that my brothers are adopted comment on our age difference, my family usually responds with something like “yeah, it’s a pretty big gap”, or something equally vague. Is this wrong? You might think so.

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As Isaiah gets older it will be obvious by looking at us that he is adopted. Or people will assume that (read this next part like we’re on Maury) Mr. Polish is not the father.

He is my son, and I am his mom. I know absolutely everything there is to know about him. I don’t know what the biological connection feels like, but I can tell you that I don’t know how much more connected or bonded I could be with him. I’ve never known another person like I know him. To me, adoption isn’t even a thing. He is as much my son as any child could ever be. I shouldn’t speak for Mr. Polish, but I will anyway. He feels the same way.

In doing this, we’re actually also respecting his birth mom’s wishes. From the first time we met her, she told us over and over that she doesn’t want us to call him our adopted son, just our son.

How much do you share about your family?