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I’ll admit I was shocked when I heard my son use the word “real” to talk about a biological relative. MY son. My beautiful 7-year-old boy who had only ever heard adoption sensitive language in our home since he arrived here at 10-months-old. I read him the right books, answered all his questions, taught him the appropriate words to use for all members of the adoption triad (adoptee, adoptive parents, biological parents), and I was a passionate educator on adoption issues for everyone in his life. Where did this “real” word come from?

It happened when Josh was being dropped off at our home after school. I was standing in the driveway talking to the other mom about life and random parenting things and Josh was pulling on my sleeve. It was the usual dance of, “Mom!” “Just a second, Honey.” “MOM!” “Hang on. I need to finish this conversation.” And then he said, “Mom, I made a Valentine for my brother. My REAL brother. Can we send it to him?”

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I’m sure my face turned eight shades of red. I’m the one correcting everybody else’s language choices and here is my child referring to his biological brother as “real” while his adoptive brothers are running around the yard behind him. I felt the pressure to say the exact right adoptive mom thing to affirm that my son’s biological family is important, reiterate that WE are his family, and impress my friend with my total preparedness for any adoption-related situation that would arise. I know I fumbled through some sort of response about “Do you mean your BIOLOGICAL brother?” but it just didn’t feel right.

All photos by Rebecca Tredway Photography
All photos by Rebecca Tredway Photography

My friend and I wrapped up our conversation and I took the kids into the house and asked Josh to sit with me. I pulled out the afternoon snack, and he showed me the Valentine he made. I took a deep breath and asked him about his language choice.

It was a good opportunity to talk about what it means to be “real”that I don’t consider my biological child a real child and my adopted kids just pretend kids.

Biology isn’t what makes our relationships real. By the end of the conversation I knew Josh understood and I haven’t heard him use that word in that way since that day, but I’ve continued to think about that conversation.

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There was a time when I believed your REAL mom was the woman who raised you. We’ve all heard, “Anyone can make a baby. It takes a real man to raise one.” Except that anyone can’t make a baby. For many years, we couldn’t. Our ability to become parents was dependent on someone else’s ability to make a baby and their choice to entrust us with that child’s care. So which one of us was the real parent?

Adoptive parents can be exceptionally sensitive to this word because we are faced with it in such a negative context. We hear it in questions that imply our relationship with our child isn’t as real as it would be if we had birthed them. Do you know what happened to her real mom? Do you think she’ll want to find her real parents someday? Did his real mom not want him?

All these questions can be frustrating to hear when the implication is that we are the imaginary parents. The pretend parents. The less real.

So I’ve fought to be seen as real. I have corrected that language and reminded people that we prefer to say “biological parents” or ” birth parents” or “first parents,” but I am the real mom. But the longer I am a real mom and the more secure I am in my children’s love for me, the less I feel the need to defend my realness. Of course, it’s rude when people imply the birth parents are the “real” parents, but in the intimate moments of conversation with my kids about their birth families, I have found myself explaining what I now believe is the truththere is no one “real” mom.


The sacrifices I have made to become their mother are real. I do really change their diapers, make their meals, meet all their daily needs. I am their mom. But so is she.

She carried a child in her body and felt that child move and grow. She now carries real stretch marks as a reminder. She went through the agonizing labor process and the difficult recovery. She fed that child from her body. She tried to parent. She knew when she could no longer, and she let that child go. She really did those things.

She is a real mommaking tough decisions for the good of her child.

And even when a mom doesn’t make the right decisions and puts her child in harm’s way, she doesn’t become imaginary or unimportant or unreal. Her impactpositive and negativehas to be addressed, which is hard to do when you are arguing that in some way she is invalid.

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I tell my children that we are both “real” just like their feelings about their birth moms are real and safe to talk about. I also tell them that since we are both their real moms there are better words to use to help someone know who they are referring to. The truth is, when the context is clear, it doesn’t bother me when the kids just use the word “mom” to ask about the woman who gave them life.

Did my mom have brown eyes? Does my mom live around here? When can I see my mom again?

And when I answer them, it’s OK for me to use the word “mom,” too.

I remember meeting your mom. Your mom was beautiful. Your mom wanted you to have a safe family.

It takes a self-confident mother to be willing to share her title. It took me years to get to that moment when I didn’t feel like I had to protect my role and validity in my child’s life. I know exactly how real I am. And I’m OK with how real my children’s biological mothers are, too.

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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.

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