After a surgical menopause in my mid-30’s, it was pretty clear that I would not have another biological child.
My husband & I explored both adoption and foster care. We found the cost of adoption (through the Catholic Church, adoption agencies, both internationally and locally) was all beyond our means.
On a whim, we decided to explore foster care. We were surprised to find that there was a pre-adoption “track” for folks like us. Typically, you have a longer wait before having a child placed, (because the primary goal of foster care is family reunification…), but the children in that “track” already have parental rights terminated.
We had a crazy twist of events and ended up with an infant who was on a 6 week hold, (so very temporary) - even though our license was for “school age pre-adoption”. Two years later, we were allowed to adopt that very same baby, now a toddler.
When we adopted him, we entered the process knowing all about him, his medical issues, social and birth history - so really, there were no surprises. (He did have many complex medical issues but we understood what we needed to do to care for him, so there were no scary unknowns.). (We later found that had we not chosen to adopt him, he likely would have been considered “unadoptable” due to his medical & developmental history. I shudder to think about what perpetual foster care would have done to that little guy.)
He is 18 now and, while still faces some difficulties from his early life, is just joining the workforce and is super excited to be becoming an independent, functioning adult member of our community.
He was our first (and last) foster care placement. We entered the process prepared for things that never happened & experienced things that no one could have predicted - not so different from how we entered parenthood for the first time, lol…
I probably wouldn’t have listened to this as a young mother, (or aspiring mother), but really, children are just children, no matter how you get them. They’re all wild cards - and as parents, it’s just our job to fit them into our hands the best we can, making sure to have some fun along the way. Our path wasn’t easy but I can’t imagine it ending up any differently.
Books are great but I’d suggest going to open houses and gathering info from the agencies that you would be exploring. (We never made it to the adoption agencies but our state had open houses for prospective foster parents & they were very informative.)