When I first heard talk of the impending ban on Russian adoptions, I admit I didn’t want to know. Sometimes when something heartbreaking is happening, and you have no power to stop it, it’s easiest to turn away. Then I was asked to write a piece about the law, which Vladimir Putin approved last week, and so I was forced to look.
My son is adopted from Russia. You might not know this because I typically don’t talk about it. It’s no secret, of course, but I never became active in the adoption community, I’m not involved in any advocacy groups, and I don’t espouse my views on adoption because, regardless of what I think, adoption is a personal and private matter. Also, my son’s adoption is his story to tell not mine.
I did once out of sheer rage, write a piece about adoption, which you can read here and which won me an award. It was a passionate, emotional response that without warning poured out, my heart beating on the page. But this is different. This isn’t an emotional tirade because I don’t think I can do it. I can’t even believe the news is real. I don’t believe it’s real because it can’t be.
You can read my story, Putin’s Adoption Ban Plays Russian Roulette with the Lives of Children, which is featured today on BaristaKids.