I found Rita Hoover’s article “A cold walk to a moment of clarity” (Health & Family, Jan. 28) to be in extremely poor taste. Because her son is a chatterbox and she is not, she cannot believe that he is actually her son and so, to understand their differences, she dreams that he is adopted.
I am an adoptive parent. My son is the bravest person I know. When he was only a little more than 4 months old, he traveled halfway around the world from Seoul to live with us. Nearly two years later, I continue to marvel at how much he is like his father and me. It is abundantly clear to us both that he was chosen for us in a very special way, in a way that it is clearly impossible for Ms. Hoover to understand.
Amazingly she refers to herself as “obviously introspective and highly intuitive.” My, my. Perhaps before she so cavalierly writes again of adoption, she should consider the effect her remarks may have on adoptive parents and how hurtful those remarks can be to adoptive children. You can still be a parent without being related by “flesh and blood.”
Dreams about adopting a child are not nightmares to be wished away. We love our son dearly and thank God every day for him and for the way he came into our home.
