Changing A Child’s Name

I don’t belong to that group. Some in my all things adoption group which includes foster parents, adoptive parents and former foster care youths had some (actually a LOT) thoughts but I’ll just share a few.

One adoptive parent said simply – she is not a dog!!! (blogger’s note – we have a bunny that we got at the state fair many years ago – we were told his name is Walnut – and we had not desire to change it.) One woman noted – In fact, I never changed my cat’s name when I adopted her from an animal shelter. The one who shared the image wrote – A child is not an animal, you can’t change their name to suit YOUR wants. This is NOT design a child. It’s one thing if the child is older and it’s THEIR decision, but we’re talking about a toddler here.

Another person noted – “fostering to adopt” because it’s the cheaper way to buy a kid! FFS! To which another added – it shouldn’t be allowed as it’s a conflict of interest. Wonder how many reunifications have been derailed by the fosters that want to keep specific children?! Someone else noted financial reasons – it’s income from the state till the child reaches 18, in some cases, 21! Another added experience – I know of a couple reunifications that didn’t happen after the fosters decided they wanted to adopt. These were parents actively working towards reunification; and if they couldn’t be returned to the parents, there were other family members willing to take them. It is so messed up that in some cases the fosters have more rights than the parents or family. I know that one of the fosters turned out to have ties with the Guardian Ad Litem’s brother. Coincidence? Doubtful.

One mother of loss tells her sad story – My kids’ fosters actively stood in the way of reunification, and played on the fact that (when they moved for TPR – Termination of Parental Rights) I was in a state of upheaval, and had no place of my own, no job, and no family to rely on. It didn’t matter that I was clean, following all recommendations, willing to do therapy with the kids, and actively looking for work. They verbally promised visitation, if I would sign the papers. And then, the judge in our TPR hearing gave me 30 days to decide whether I would sign voluntarily or fight. I was told in open court that if I didn’t sign, he would terminate anyway and I would have no shot at visitation (I later found out that the judge was KNOWN for being biased against natural mothers in recovery). So I signed, thinking at least I’d have something, just for them to say they didn’t feel it was in the kids best interests to have me in their lives. I was never informed by my lawyer that I could appeal. Someone I knew told me, after the appeal time had expired. It’s absolutely insane what the state can get away with. I wasn’t even allowed to explain to my kids what happened and say goodbye. I haven’t spoken to or seen them since 2017. It shattered my heart and not a day goes by that I don’t see them in my mind.

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