We wanted a kid. There was the briefest exploration in to fertility assistance but that seemed most likely to result in pregnancy and one of us didn’t want to be pregnant. Then, we said we would only adopt internationally. It took almost two years to come to the reality we couldn’t afford that.
We than decided to enter the world of State adoption. We said we only wanted a child who had been terminated legally from their biological parents so we would never have to deal with the uncertainty of losing the kid. In State parlance it is called TPR (termination of parental rights). And – finally, we didn’t want a child with special needs.
We ended up with a two year old boy with Down syndrome who was not TPR’d at the time we brought him home.
Clearly, we know nothing about anything.
Our intention in writing about our son and our lives is to echo the words of Walt Whitman that our son lives every moment –
I exist as I am, that is enough.