Good grief.
Some people make love to their partners, get pregnant, and nine months later have a baby. Everyone smiles and says congratulations, they buy you cake, cards and cute baby clothes. You choose a name, and you love your baby.
Now imagine before you can do that, your friends, family, employers and other significant people in your life have to be interviewed as to your suitability to parent. If you have a small house, without a bedroom for the child, forget it. If you have a pond, a dog, smoke, health conditions, fat, thin, forget it. If you’re not on the Pill, forget it. (I won’t take hormonal contraception.) If you have an existing child with additional needs, forget it.
But great! You’re the right weight and height and no other children and no bad pets and no pond. Now you get ... to be interviewed again. And again and again and again.
And when you do eventually get a match, you don’t get to experience pregnancy or birth or breastfeeding and let’s not make insensitive comments about it. Yes, pregnancy and birth are awful but they are also important in the context of parenthood. Breastfeeding mattered a lot to me. I was very disappointed when I couldn’t feed my son for long. You don’t get to choose your child’s name. You might not get cards and cake and presents. You have to deal with the fact that your new son or daughter was removed from their birth family for a reason and that reason was probably traumatic. You might not be able to excitedly share photos of your child on social media because of security risks.
I could go on.
You’re still a parent, but no way would I choose it - and they wouldn’t choose me either. Plenty of perfectly adequate parents out there would never get through an adoption panel. It is not a solution for everybody and in terms of what you would choose parenting wise is pretty awful.