Then we’ll add it to all the other things we’re bound to screw up in this fake-it-till-you-make-it role of parenthood, because let’s face it - we haven’t got a bloody clue whether we’re doing anything right. 

That said, we believe that having a relationship with her birthparents will ultimately be healthier for Dictator than simply knowing she’s adopted but not knowing where she came from. We’re doing what we think is best for her, and if that screws her up in the end, we’ll pay the therapy bills. 

But I don’t think this is what she’ll be talking to her therapist about (we’ll give her much more fodder for that, I’m sure!), because this is just her reality. This is her family, and although it’s different from “traditional” families, I’m really not sure what’s traditional anymore.

By the way, there’s nothing fake about me, so go easy on phrases like “real parents”, okay? 

It’s National Adoption Awareness Month. Ask me anything!