Once when I was on an airplane with my small blonde
daughter, a nosy fellow passenger studied the romping toddler (airplanes
weren’t so crowded back then), and asked, “Well, is she home-grown or is she
off the shelf?” So stunned was I by the implication that my child wasn’t
biologically my own that I had no snappy comeback. But I realized in an instant
that adoptive mothers and fathers must face this a lot: the need to confirm
that they are the “real” parents of their own children.
Naturally, the movie industry
loves a good, schmaltzy adoption story. What could be more engrossing than a
tale that highlights a character’s search for identity along with the desperate
quest for someone to love? Adoption
stories offer so many angles: those of the would-be parents, the birth mom and
dad, the child who needs a welcoming home. Depending on the perspective, an
adoption story can be heartwarming or perhaps tragic. Or maybe a bit of both.
Among recent films that deal
with adoption, I can immediately think of three. Juno, from 2007, sees adoption through the eyes of a very young
birth mother. As indelibly played by Ellen Page, Juno is a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl
who accidentally gets pregnant by an equally naive classmate. Still a child in
some ways but surprisingly mature in others, Juno decides that abortion is not
for her, then sets about finding the ideal adoptive parents for her baby-to-be.
The couple she chooses turn out to have problems of their own, but there’s a
happy ending for the right prospective mother. And Juno, her problem solved, is
glad to go back to being a kid.
There’s a more ambiguous
ending to two 2018 films. A documentary, Three
Identical Strangers, concentrates on three young men who discover
themselves to be identical triplets, separated at birth. It’s the sometimes
painful story of what it feels like to discover parts of your history that have
long been a dark secret. Then there’s Private
Life, in which writer/director Tamara Jenkins captures her own struggle as
part of a couple desperate to have a baby. In the film, Kathryn Hahn and Paul
Giamatti are rapidly ageing creative types who have tried every sort of
fertility treatment in hopes of producing their own little bundle of joy. They
explore adoption too, but have already faced a cruel blow: a young birth mother
who strung them along, then inexplicably disappeared from their lives. Eventually
they decide to get their hopes up yet again.
Adoption is on my mind
because I’ve just finished reading Rock Needs River: A Memoir of a Very Open Adoption, by my colleague, Vanessa McGrady. Vanessa is the adoptive mother
of a delightful little girl named Grace, and her real-life story has more than
the usual twists and turns. After many attempts amid some complicated domestic challenges,
Vanessa discovered she was not able to carry a pregnancy to term. Having deeply
researched open adoption, she bonded with a pair of young musicians unwilling
to share their peripatetic lifestyle with their child-to-be. The legalities of
the adoption went smoothly, but there came a time when—discovering that Grace’s
birth parents had become homeless—Vanessa took them in. Her book, in which she
continues to ponder this fraught relationship, reveals how hard it is to be
good-hearted, when your sense of obligation tugs at you from all sides.
Thankfully, she and Grace continue to thrive, buoyed by her book’s success as
well as the tight parent-child bond in which they both seem to revel. Which is,
of course, the best kind of happy ending.
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