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Thanks to a Los Angeles billboard, the acclaimed actress and her husband have a daughter to call their own.
There are signs in life. And if you’re looking, you’ll see them.
In my case, there was an actual sign, a giant billboard on Third Street and La Cienega. I must have driven past it a thousand times on my way to the supermarket or the shopping center. It was a picture of a child and the sign read, “Want to be a foster parent? Want to foster/adopt?”
No, I thought, that’s just one more path to disappointment.
I’m not proud of this, but I had a lot of misconceptions about American foster care. To me, foster care meant that a child would be placed with you, then taken away. I didn’t want to go through all of that.
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For 10 years, my husband, Ian, and I had wanted be parents. We had tried everything. Then we looked into private adoption. We put our names on waiting lists in every state, then even in China and Greece.
But the phone never rang and the guest room—the room we hoped would one day be our child’s—stayed empty.
I don’t give up easily. I write most of the movies I act in, and if something doesn’t feel right, I rewrite the scene again and again until it works. Not this time. There didn’t seem to be any happy ending. I wondered if we’d exhausted all possibilities.
Now I can tell our daughter the whole story from start to finish, all the wonderful details, and I often do. I tell her about the phone call that came that evening, the call that changed our lives.
It was 9:00 P.M. and I was at home writing a screenplay when the phone rang. It was the social worker from the foster adoption agency, and she simply said, “You’ve been matched with a three-year-old girl.”
I was stunned. I sat down, then a minute later felt the cool floor on my forehead. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. This was actually happening.
The social workers we’d been talking to for months were so hard-working, helpful, patient and understanding, I called them our super-pretty angels. When we met, they had promised this process would work, that I would be a mother. And here was that phone call I had been waiting for.
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“When is she coming?” I asked.
Ian is an actor too. He was shooting then so I texted, “Call me when you’re done.”
When Ian called, I told him the news and we both laughed, then fell silent for a minute. What we’d wanted for so long was finally about to happen.
He got home and we stayed up giddily—and nervously—discussing everything from where she would sleep, what groceries we would have to buy, to if she might be afraid of the dogs.
The next morning, Ian took off with a shopping list. I will never forget the sight of him driving up a few hours later surrounded by pink stuff. I could barely make out his smiling face and two hands on the steering wheel.
The car was crammed with comforters, pink pillows, a Hello Kitty blanket, pink stuffed toys, Elmo, clothes.
We brought everything into the guest room. We’d had only 14 hours notice—but we made it her room. We wondered how she’d like it.
Our daughter loves to hear the story of how we all moved into that one room. She didn’t say very much at first. We’d explain that we loved her and she was going to live with us. She was very brave. But at night she was afraid. “Help her feel safe,” our social workers advised.
So we slept in her room. Night after night Ian and I took turns holding her in our laps until she fell asleep. I look at her now, and it seems so impossible. She’s so secure. So confident. But back then, she didn’t know us, she didn’t understand what was happening.