Given that Sarah explained why she wants to adopt, I suppose it’s right for me to share why I want to do it as well.
It’s pretty simple really: There are so many kids who need a home – who need a chance and otherwise won’t get one. Why would we make another one rather than give a chance to someone who might not otherwise wouldn't get one?
It’s simple to say it now, but it wasn’t simple to get there, because there was a time I was certain Sarah and I wouldn’t make it through 2015 together.
I’m not sure how many of our friends knew that, but it’s a good topic to bring up in the discussion of how Sarah and I got to the point of – well, not just to the point of adoption, but to the point of even still being together and now being married.
Sarah was clear from the first time we ever discussed this: She wants to be a mom. Or, as I distinctly remember her saying it, “I want to be a mama.” And it started an argument -- not because I didn't want to be a dad. I've always wanted to be a dad. But overpopulation is a thing. It seemed to me like not having a kid is almost a public service these days.
That’s where we found what I would have then called a compromise, but compromise is such a weird word for a decision this monumental. And it's not like either of us are giving something up for this. Here we are about to grow our family. We will get to be parents.
I will get to be a dad.
I want to adopt because I want to be a dad. Because I want to help a child have a good life. Because I think this is the right way for us to do it.