Why One Mother Gave Back Her Adopted Son


Stacey Conner, a 41-year-old mom and former attorney from Spokane, Washington, dreamed of having a large family with biological and adopted kids. “The world is a big place with a lot of children in it; we wanted to bring some of those into our family, to give our love to kids without it,” she says. After she volunteered in an orphanage in poverty-torn Haiti in 2005, Conner and her husband, Matt, a pharmacist, decided to adopt two children. But the process was so slow that by October 2006, when they brought home their (unrelated) 5-year-old Haitian son and 1-year-old Haitian daughter, Conner had given birth to a son, who was 1. “Having an instant multicultural family was magical,” Conner says, “for about two weeks.”

Her older son, whom she calls J here, “engaged every person he met — he literally crawled into the laps of strangers,” says Conner. “But if I said ‘It’s time to go’ or anything that asserted I was in control, he’d rage, bang and scream for hours.” Very quickly, Conner had a sinking feeling she tried to push away. “I was committing the worst maternal sin: I felt like I loved one child less than the others.”

Within two months, J started pinching his siblings, and Conner was not only ashamed, but also afraid. “When he hurt them, it provoked an anger in me I didn’t know I had,” she says. “I worried I’d lose it and spank him.”

By early spring, J had escalated from pinching his siblings to hitting them.

She broke down in front of her husband, who worked all day and hadn’t witnessed the worst of J’s behavior. Matt tried to reassure her that it was just a rough transition and started spending more one-on-one time with J after work. But things didn’t get any better, and by early spring, J had escalated from pinching his siblings to hitting them. Aside from her social worker, Conner met with a therapist specializing in attachment disorder, a broad term used to describe an inability to build meaningful bonds. One form of the disorder can develop when a small child feels repeatedly abandoned or powerless — things it’s not hard to imagine a kid in an orphanage might experience. When Conner got pregnant again, the therapist explained that it was too much to expect a boy who had already been through so much to be a responsible older brother, and that ideally J needed to be either the only child or the youngest in a family. “I felt like the expert was telling me that since I had babies, it would be best to find J another home,” says Conner. But as difficult as the situation was, she shrank from that possibility, saying, “Forget it. He’s my son!”

Instead, she tried an earlier suggestion from the social worker, doing “24-hour eyes-on parenting” — basically, not letting J out of her sight. This went on for two months, until one afternoon when J began throwing a ball at the ceiling. “I said no,” Conner recalls, “but he wouldn’t stop. So I took it away.” J went into a wild, screaming tantrum, unintentionally hitting Conner’s nose with the back of his head: “I was bleeding heavily, sitting on the rug, crying. My two little ones were hiding behind a chair, crying. And it hit me: This is a domestic violence situation; if their dad had done this, I would take our children somewhere safe.

At that instant, Conner faced a hard truth: “Forget love. Right then, I didn’t even like J,” she says. “In his short little life, he’d had a ton of loss. But it was clear to me that I was pushing him away to keep the smaller children safe. I couldn’t handle the idea of them being hurt. I could see that always putting the other kids’ safety above meeting J’s needs was creating a barrier between us. It was a painful situation.”

That night, she told Matt she thought they should find a new home for J: “We cried and cried. But he trusted my judgment.”

Conner began working with an adoption agency that did “secondary placements” — relocating kids when adoptions went awry — searching for a home where J would be the only or youngest child. “He had to be the sole focus, to be attended to and soothed,” she says.

We put their photo on the refrigerator, and he’d say, ‘That’s my new mom. That’s my new sister.’

The Conners were sent photos and information from potential adopters. One was of a promising Midwest couple with grown biological kids and adopted teens who wanted to adopt a young boy. One day, when J seemed calm and happy, Conner and her husband asked if he might want to go live with a new family. “He was instantly open to it,” Conner says. “We put their photo on the refrigerator, and he’d say, ‘That’s my new mom. That’s my new sister.’ “

Eight months after the Conners had brought J and their daughter from Haiti to Spokane, his new parents arrived in town. Conner’s therapist warned her that J likely wouldn’t weep or protest when he left. Indeed, he just walked away (and by all accounts is thriving with his new family). “I was cut apart,” Conner says. “But we were all so relieved to have some peace.”

The other children adjusted seamlessly to life without their older brother. But everyone else was puzzled. Neighbors who’d seen J riding his bike asked, “Where’s your son?” When Conner would answer that he’d been adopted by another family, “I’d get the most horrified stares, so I’d keep walking. And I didn’t tell many out-of-town friends or extended family for months.” In Spokane, the Conners were the subject of unflattering gossip: “At one point, Matt was introduced to someone who said, ‘Oh, right — the family that dumped that kid.’ “

That was seven years ago. “That’s a long, long time to cry,” Conner says. “But last year, we finally felt ready to take what we’d learned and become a foster family.” The couple candidly told social workers what had happened with J: “I think our knowing exactly what we could and couldn’t handle worked in our favor. Our rule is that we will only take children younger than our own.” Last October, the Conners got their first placement — a 3-month-old boy. “It will be so painful when he has to leave,” Conner admits. “But I’ve learned that starting life with the experience of love is good. Now I know when and how I can give it.”

Amanda Robb

3 thoughts on “Why One Mother Gave Back Her Adopted Son

  • January 20, 2016 at 10:34 AM

    I think in this situation, this mother did what she should have done , as heart wrenching as it was. It was hard to admit she could not handle this and that the impact on the entire family had to be considered.
    It was also best for this little boy.

  • January 20, 2016 at 1:28 PM

    My daughter adopted children that turned out to be a nightmare. She wouldn’t give up on two of the children (girls) that turned out to be extremely bi-polar. They made everybody in this extended family lives hell. When they reached adult ages and left, avoiding contact with us, we breathed sighs of relief. My stomach still churns whenever I see one out shopping as they consider me a grandmother. I quickly say Hi and Bye and go on my way. Sometimes children are so damaged from biological parents it is impossible for them to have a normal life. Do not judge what this woman did to protect other children. If you had walked a mile in her mossicans you would have done it too.

  • January 21, 2016 at 4:50 AM

    I had four children with my first wife, I gave up my opportunity to enjoy my younger days for them. I would protest when my ex would suggest we go out and leave our kids with my inlaws to Baby sit. Eventually, our Marriage Soured and I had to leave. I maintained Contact and paid Child Support until they were grown. I knew their Mom only wanted Kids for the Benefits but not to sweat for their happiness. I love kids, but the environments, situation I was in was not in my favor. I’ve had other kids that now are willing to keep in touch. I now believe that kids could be irreparably damaged and carry resentment along into their adulthood. I think you made the right choice to give up on that child, how hard it may have been. The health and well being of the others were at stake and should not be undermined. Thank God that you are able to have Biological children of your own. I have brothers that were adopted out but, we are able to mingle at times with joy and pleasantness. Satan is the Cause of problems that we all must tackle but, God is Good and will see us through them. We win some, we loose some. Cheers!


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