11/21/2025
Rooted in Gratitude: A Journey Through Transracial Adoption
(November is National Adoption Awareness Month)
When I was little, people would remark how much I looked like my mother. They were wrong. Others said I resembled my father. They were wrong too. I am adopted. When I talk about my parents, I mean the people who picked me up from the hospital after I entered the world and who loved me every day of my life.
Adoption, especially transracial adoption, is a story of love and loss. For those of us raised in families where our skin color did not match, the journey carries unique layers. It can mean experiencing the beauty of belonging to a family while also navigating the loss of connection to culture and heritage. Within that mix, gratitude has a way of taking root—gratitude for parents who love deeply and gratitude for the strength that grows as identities are explored and embraced.
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Intention and Awareness
Adopting across racial or cultural lines requires thoughtful intention. Love is essential, but it is not the only ingredient. It helps to learn the history your child carries with them—both personal and cultural. It helps to notice how your world looks through their eyes.
If your child is the only person of color in your immediate circle, it can feel isolating. Children thrive when they see themselves reflected in their communities, friendships, and role models. Representation isn’t just nice—it’s foundational to their sense of identity and belonging.
As a black adoptee raised by parents who did not look like me, I often wrestled with identity. My mother and I rarely talked about race, and yet I needed those conversations. I needed her to see me fully—not only as her daughter, but also as a child who would grow up moving through the world in a body and identity different from hers.
Every adoptee’s journey is unique, but many of us share that inner work of weaving together heritage, belonging, and self-understanding. Parents can help by creating safe spaces for questions and by listening with openness instead of discomfort.
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Gratitude with Depth
People sometimes ask adoptees if they are grateful to be adopted. Gratitude in adoption, however, is not that simple. It is not a one-dimensional feeling. Adoptive children do not owe their parents gratitude for being chosen. They are simply children, deserving of love and dignity.
True gratitude is deeper. Gratitude flows both ways. Parents express gratitude for the gift of raising their child, for the lessons in humility and resilience their child teaches them. It grows when parents commit to learning and building bridges between cultures. Adoptees, in turn, may find gratitude in the love and stability they receive, while also shaping their families into more inclusive, culturally aware spaces. For transracial adoptees, gratitude can mean saying: I am grateful for the parents that raised me. I am also allowed to honor the losses that shaped me. Both can be true.
It shows up when families surround their children with representation and belonging. It is reflected in the resilience of adoptees who integrate multiple stories into one identity. Gratitude here is not about glossing over challenges or overlooking differences, but about appreciating and valuing it all. Gratitude is not about denying pain or pretending adoption is simple. It is about acknowledging the fullness of the journey.
When gratitude is practiced this way—with honesty and depth—it becomes a source of strength. It empowers adoptees to hold the complexity of their stories and still find beauty in them. And it invites families and communities to listen more deeply, love more fully, and grow more intentionally together.
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Walking Together
Adoption, particularly transracial, is not only about a child joining a family. It is about weaving together love, difference, identity, and gratitude. Parents cannot answer every question, but they can walk with their child through the journey—with tenderness, humility, and courage.
In doing so, families discover that gratitude is not a simple answer. It is a practice—one that blossoms when children are seen, honored, and embraced in the fullness of who they are.