When a friend announces she’s pregnant, our responses tend to be predictable.
Excited squeals. Enthusiastic hugs. Congrats all around. And eager voices that ask, “When are you due?” and “How are you feeling?”
When Ryan and I found out we were pregnant with Brogan, we couldn’t wait to tell people. We couldn’t wait to share our news. We couldn’t wait to share our joy.
And the same was true when we made the decision to adopt.
Our joy was the same. Our anticipation was the same.
Yet the responses ran the gamut.
From absolutely thrilled to absolutely wary.
The wide variety had me wondering why.
Why are the reactions so varied?
I think a lot of it comes from not knowing. So many people just don’t know how to react, because adoption isn’t as common as pregnancy. And there’s this somewhat popular thought that people adopt because they can’t get pregnant. And being infertile isn’t a happy, celebratory thing. So we’re just not sure how to respond when someone we love tells us they’re adopting.
As I travel this journey, here’s what I’ve learned.
When it comes to our response, the why’s don’t really matter. Because by the time a family announces their adoption, they’re excited about it. Sure, there are other emotions too. Just like there are other emotions when a woman is pregnant. But the dominant emotions are usually positive.
So the best response, the one I think adoptive parents most appreciate, is when people react like they would to a pregnancy. With joy and excitement!
Because the family is going to have a child. A precious, beloved child. And that child deserves to be celebrated.
Of course there will be questions. And there will probably be concerns. But get excited first. Ask questions second.
Be like my aunt Peggy, who completely lit up, gave me a big hug, and asked when she could start telling people.
These responses are such a blessing. Thankfully, there have been plenty!
Let’s Talk: Why do you think the responses are so varied when it comes to adoption?

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