Full Circle: Adoptee Becomes Adoptive Father
“Something changes when you hold a child in your arms that mirrors the path you’ve walked.” Alexander muses.
Alexander didn’t step into adoption blind. He knew the weight it carried. “I knew what it felt like to wonder. To want to know who you came from,” he said
That memory stayed with him. Not as a wound–but as a compass. A way to parent with softness in places others might overlook.
Loving a Child With the Same Open Arms That Raised Me
“I always knew I was loved,” Alexander said of his upbringing. That certainty gave him a foundation. One he now builds for his own child.
His adoptive parents set the tone. No pretending. No half-truths. Just consistent love.
He’s doing the same.
How My Childhood Shaped the Way I Father
Parenting came with new emotions. Some familiar. Some unexpected.
“There were moments holding my child where things came back,” he said. “Feelings I didn’t know I still had.”
But instead of pushing them away, he let them inform how he showed up. With more patience. More openness. More listening
The First Time I Held My Adopted Child—And What It Brought Up
There’s something about that first moment. When it’s real. When it’s happening. When you’re the one now.
“I thought, this is what my parents must’ve felt,” he said.
There’s power in that reflection.
Gratitude.
Humility.
And maybe even a little healing.
Alexander’s story isn’t about perfection. It’s about continuation. About choosing to pass along what was good—and do better where it hurt.
He’s not just raising a child.
He’s raising someone who will one day have their own questions. And he’s ready to answer.
