I know that my parents never envisioned having a black grandchild. I know that my grandmother, raised in West Virginia, never expected a black great-grandchild. I also know that my Mexican father-in-law never, NEVER imagined having a black grandchild! I am sure that each of these family members had reservations about our adopting transracially. But let me say that a child can change EVERYTHING. My son brings a smile and laughter to my father-in-law just because of who my son IS - his personality, his craziness - and not because of the color his skin is (or is not.) We all fear the unknown to a certain extent - but when that unknown become known, becomes a child grafted into our family tree, becomes a baby sleeping in our arms, a toddler giving us wildflowers from his grubby little hands, or a pre-schooler wrapping her arms around our neck in a tight hug ... believe me, a child is a miracle maker.