I’m a white mother of six children, five of whom are children of color, and four of whom came home to our family through foster-adoption.
When I’m out and about with my kids, I often field questions about how my big, multiracial family came to be, and I try to receive them with generosity and openness — to a degree.
I want to give people the benefit of the doubt, and I hope that their curiosity stems from goodwill and perhaps an interest in adoption that comes from lived experience, or even from plans or hopes to become adoptive parents.
Racism and plain nosiness knows no boundaries.
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