When my husband and I decided to adopt, we knew we were becoming a transracial family. During the lengthy wait to be matched with our Liberian son I joined educational groups to learn how to appropriately care for African hair and skin. I read books about being a transracial family and the experience of transracial adoptees. I bought brown dolls and African music and storybooks that had brown kids as the main character. I collected African recipes to try. We knew that we could never duplicate the experience of growing up inside his own culture with people who looked like him, but we wanted to do the best we could to embrace his history and his people. We wanted him to know that we valued his culture and that we wanted him to value it, too.

While we were already a transracial family when we became foster parents, we were still a little blindsided when we took our first foster placement. We got the call about a baby who needed a home and for very important legal reasons (ICWA) it was immediately disclosed to us that this baby was Native American. All of the months I had in the adoption process to prepare to add an African to our family and now we were just a weekend away from adding a child with a totally different culture and history from either ours or or son’s. And I was totally unprepared.

It has been a crash course for us in learning what it means to be Native American and value Native American culture. We now care about issues we had no concept of before. We’re interested in a new history, we buy new kinds of books, cook new kinds of foods, and talk about current events in our son’s tribe. I watch documentaries on Native American issues and reservation life with a new passion because this stuff matters to my family. 

In the years since the placement of our Lakota son we have also fostered and adopted a child with Mexican heritage and a biracial daughter (African American/Caucasian). We have become educated in new ways, learned new cultures, and we are doing our best to help our children value who they are and their history.

But that will never be the same as growing up inside their own culture. We realize this is a loss to them and we can’t make up for that loss by claiming that “we don’t see color.” The degree to which we love isn’t impacted by color, but culture and heritage matter to the kids and families we’re working with. We have to understand that our own desire to not acknowledge race won’t keep race from having an impact on our children.


All photos by Rebecca Tredway Photography  www.tredways.org

I believe raising a child from a culture that isn’t your own is a commitment to an educational process. You have to be a humble student as you seek to understand a new worldview and embrace a new identity for your family. This is no small task and I have failed many times over, which is why I believe foster parents need to feel comfortable asking about the race of any potential placements.

We often think about the ages of kids we could care for or the medical needs we could handle, but we rarely think about the needs for racial sensitivity and understanding we encounter when we foster a child. As much as we want to be “colorblind” in accepting whatever child needs us, we have to acknowledge our own abilities, strengths and weaknesses when it comes to understanding a child’s racial experience.

Do you speak a second language? It’s okay to have a preference for a child who could benefit from that skill. Do you have racist relatives? Please don’t expose an already traumatized child to that. You have to make the decision to cut those people out of your life, or else don’t take the placement of children who could be hurt by them. Are you willing to be educated about a new culture? Are you willing to go outside what seems comfortable to you to go to the Powwows, the Mexican dance festival, the African restaurants, the barbershop where you obviously don’t fit in? Are you ready to have some difficult conversations about racism in your local school? Are you going to be an advocate for your child even if their experience is different than what you anticipated? These questions need an honest answer no matter how difficult or uncomfortable that seems.

Not asking about a child’s race prior to saying “yes” to that placement doesn’t help anybody. Information is good and important. Don’t feel like you are being judged if you ask. To not ask is to say that race doesn’t matter. While it may not matter to your ability to love a child, it DOES matter. Finding out a child’s race doesn’t mean you are automatically going to say yes or no to that child, it only means that you have more information to know if you are the best placement option and to begin the educational process. In our experience, an agency won’t always tell you that information upfront, so you may have to be aggressive in asking. That’s okay. You have different needs than the agency does. You are looking at the longterm picture for this child, not just about getting a kid in a bed. Don’t let your feelings of discomfort about bringing up race keep you from the important information you need.

While we had months to prepare for the international adoption of our African son, foster parents are rarely given much time to deal with the idea of becoming a transracial family. A call can come and within hours your family takes on an entirely new racial makeup. You may not be prepared for it at all, or you may work hard to prepare for it and it never comes. In a state like Nebraska, most of our foster children have the same make-up as the rest of our population– primarily Caucasian– but there is an overrepresentation of minorities in foster care. We need to think seriously and deeply about our ability to meet the unique needs of those children and their families.

For more information about becoming a foster parent in Nebraska, please visit Christian Heritage

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Maralee Bradley

Maralee is a mom of six pretty incredible kids. Four were adopted (one internationally, three through foster care) and two were biological surprises. Prior to becoming parents, Maralee and her husband were houseparents at a children’s home and had the privilege of helping to raise 17 boys during their five year tenure. Maralee is passionate about caring for kids, foster parenting and adoption, making her family a fairly decent dinner every night, staying on top of the laundry, watching ridiculous documentaries and doing it all for God’s glory. Maralee can be heard on My Bridge Radio talking about motherhood and what won't fit in a 90 second radio segment ends up at www.amusingmaralee.com.