Telling a child he/she is adopted

I read a great excerpt from a book in Nancy’s blog which examined the needs of adopted children.
It reminded me of the time when I started to ask about how I arrived in my family. It became my favourite bed time story, with Mum starting it off, and me finishing it. I loved the story, because I felt so special, that I had been chosen.
It was only many years later that I realised the need I had for reassurance, that I was ok, that even though I was given up, I was still lovable. The other thing I realised is that kids who aren’t adopted don’t keep asking the question of how they were born into the family. So in this respect, adopted children are different, and this needs to be recognised.
In chapter two of Beyond the Red Door you will find out more about how I fitted in with my family and the wider community during my childhood years.
I hope you enjoy the read.’

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