Mariska Hargitay’s journey to motherhood is truly inspiring. Known for her iconic role on “Law & Order: SVU,” her real-life story revolves around love, resilience, and the joy of raising three children. The actress’s path to building a family is filled with unexpected blessings and deep gratitude.
Mariska Hargitay’s journey into motherhood began in her early 40s when she gave birth to her first child. Despite the challenges of being a first-time mother later in life, she wholeheartedly and joyfully embraced motherhood.
Her family grew when she and her husband, actor Peter Hermann, welcomed two more children within a year. Each child brought unique blessings into their lives, and Mariska cherishes the unexpected path that led her to become a mother of three.
Long before becoming a mother, Mariska always envisioned having her own family. From a young age, she knew motherhood was part of her life plans, a desire deeply rooted in her own upbringing.
A Childhood of Glitz and Heartbreak: The Early Life of Mariska Hargitay
Mariska is an actress, who added producing and directing to her list of talents. She was born to the glamorous actress Jayne Mansfield and the former Mr. Universe Mickey Hargitay on January 23, 1964.
Being born into Hollywood royalty, Mariska’s early life was surrounded by fame and glitz. This set a unique backdrop for her childhood. However, her early years were also marked by tragedy.
When Mariska was just three years old, her mother died in a car accident on June 29, 1967. This loss left a lasting scar on the actress, both physically and emotionally.
The actress expressed, “I clearly was in that frozen place for a lot of my childhood—of trying to survive, actually trying to survive. My life has been a process of unpeeling the layers and trust and trusting again.”
Despite this tragic beginning, Mariska’s parents’ legacy played a significant role in shaping her character. Her father, Mickey, raised her with discipline and love, teaching her the importance of hard work and resilience.
He ensured she had a normal upbringing. Mariska joined the swim team, ran cross-country, played volleyball, and by 1982, she was crowned Miss Beverly Hills. Despite her accomplishments, she was always aware of the darker side of life.
The actress later explained that she learned about crisis early and realized that life offers no guarantees, but we must keep moving forward and transform our experiences.
She considers this ability to be her superpower and sees it as a gift from experiencing trauma early in life. Despite these challenges, Mariska went on to live a full and fulfilling life.
Embracing Motherhood: Mariska’s Journey from Daughter to Mom
For Mariska, 2004 marked the beginning of a new phase in her life. That year, she married Peter, and on June 28, 2006, the actress welcomed her first child, August Miklos Friedrich Hermann, at 42.
Starting this journey into motherhood was easy for Mariska as she knew from a young age that she was meant for it. Despite losing her mother, she never lacked a maternal figure in her life. The actress was raised by her father’s third wife, Ellen Siano Hargitay, who never made her feel like an outsider.
Mariska reminisced, “I called her Mom. She really claimed us. She never had biological kids of her own, and to this day we are her kids. So we were blessed that she really embraced us and loved us so quickly. And I was very fortunate to have a maternal figure in my life after such a horrific accident.”
Additionally, while Ellen’s motherly act prepared Mariska for being a mom, it also stirred in her the desire to have children by other means. The actress had grown up realizing that being a mother did not have to be biological.
A Dream Fulfilled: The Adoption of Amaya Josephine
After a few years of becoming parents, Mariska and Peter, who came from big families, decided it was time to expand theirs. They were also not the only ones clamoring for more kids around the house. Their son August also wanted siblings.
However, the actress was over 40, and at her age at the time, pregnancies were never easy. Knowing she and her husband had so much love to give, Mariska was hopeful. She said, “I was really letting the chips fall as they might, because I do think so much is up to God.”
Mariska didn’t know how she was going to have more children, but she knew it was something that would happen. The actress remarked, “I always said, ‘I don’t know how this is going to end up. I don’t know if I’m going to get pregnant and have twins.’”
Despite having no clue, there was something she was sure of, and that was adoption. She recalled not knowing if someone would leave a baby on her doorstep. Nevertheless, she said, “But I really did think that down the line, Peter and I would adopt a child. That was always part of the plan.”
In early April 2011, Mariska and Peter’s plan came to fruition as they welcomed their second child, Amaya Josephine Hermann. Their daughter had been born in the United States about a week before her adoption.
As soon as the couple decided to adopt, they did not limit themselves as they considered international and domestic adoption. Mariska revealed they had talked about the idea of mixed-race adoptions, and were excited to become a multi-racial family.
The actress’s excitement began even before Amaya joined the family. Mariska had revealed, “I’m deliriously happy. From the minute she was born, she was just surprisingly alert and so full of love.”
The second time Mother was not alone in her excitement. August, who was less than five at the time, was also happy to have a baby sister. His Mom disclosed, “He is over the moon. He calls her his baby because he says the whole thing was his idea. He always talks about how he’s going to protect her. He’s going to be a great big brother.”
A Brother’s Dream: The Joyous Arrival of Andrew Nicolas
August, who prided himself as a big brother, was very hands-on in his sister’s life. He reportedly even participated in picking out her name. However, seeing as he thought it was his idea for her to join the family, he wanted yet another sibling.
Six months after Amaya came home as a newborn, August’s wish was fulfilled as he welcomed his baby brother, Andrew Nicolas Hermann, in October 2011. This time, Andrew was not a newborn, as he had been born in the summer of that year.
Mariska noted, “August thinks this was all his idea! He said, ‘I want a baby sister,’ and Amaya came. Then he said, ‘I want a baby brother,’ and Andrew came. August is feeling pretty good and pretty powerful!”
While August Miklos Friedrich Hermann felt powerful, Mariska was feeling a range of positive emotions. She said, “We adopted Amaya, and Andrew, I always describe it as this angel that fell out of the sky, because he was a little unexpected. [sic]”
Andrew Nicolas, Peter Hermann, and Mariska Hargitay at the ceremony honoring Mariska Hargitay with a Star on The Hollywood Walk of Fame on November 8, 2013, in Hollywood. | Source: Getty Images
The adoption of Andrew was not something Peter and Mariska had planned for at the time it happened. The couple had initially planned to adopt another baby a year or more after Amaya joined their household.
However, things happened differently. The actress revealed that their lawyer suddenly called them to inform them about Andrew. Their lawyer noted that it was an amazing opportunity, and the couple, in that moment, had never been more sure about having him in their lives.
The swiftness and timing of Andrew joining their family makes the actress believe her son “fell out of the sky.” Nevertheless, Mariska knows that it’s not an easy journey.
She once remarked, “I’m not gonna lie, there were wrenching moments. I say to everybody, ‘Adoption is not for the faint of heart.’” But, on some days, the actress feels like she’s living in a dream world. She said, “I just sit and pinch myself.”
Mariska Hargitay with Amaya, Andrew, and August at The Children’s Museum Of The East End 5th Annual Family Fair on July 20, 2013, in Bridgehampton, New York. | Source: Getty Images
Family and Fulfillment: Mariska Hargitay on Life as a Mother of Three
At 47, Mariska, who initially didn’t think it was possible to love more than one kid, had become a mom of three. She said, “You know you have one kid, and then you think, oh my gosh, I’ll never love another kid, and then the second one comes, and you can’t believe that you love them, and then the third one fell out of sky.”
Becoming a mother did not only teach Mariska about her capacity to love, it did more. She noted, “Becoming a parent erased many of my negative childhood feelings and filled them in with something new,” some of which include trying out new cultures when it comes to their cuisines.
The actress is not the only one to have spoken to the media about their family of five. Peter Hermann’s love for his family is always evident even though gets private about their kids. However, he expressed his thoughts on the unconventional manner in which their family grew.
The actor divulged, “It’s funny, I always get so private about our kids, but I think that the easiest way or the easiest answer is we just wanted a bigger family and we feel incredibly blessed.”
In 2018, Mariska also opened up about her life with the kids as she graced the cover of People’s magazine. She said, “The thing that’s made me a better parent is my kids. Because they taught me to really listen. My husband is my North Star, and my kids are my teachers.”
Not only did they make her a better parent, they also gave her something perfect in life. The actress revealed, “Our family is so perfect, or at least perfect for me. Together we’re just this whole, happy, joyful, chaotic, crazy unit. I’ve never known anything that was more right.”
Despite having a crazy and chaotic unit, Mariska and Peter work together to get the results they desire. Even though they have different parenting styles, the couple complement each other, with the actress revealing that her husband knows everything she doesn’t know.
Shortly before turning 60 in 2024, Mariska reflected on her life’s journey, career, motherhood, and more. The actress had countless reasons to be thankful.
Peter Hermann and Mariska Hargitay with their children, August, Andrew, and Amaya at the 2023 Stuttering Association For The Young (SAY) Benefit Gala on May 22, 2023, in New York City. | Source: Getty Images
One of the things Mariska was thankful for was the timing when she started her family. She said, “I’m so grateful that I’m an older mom. Grateful that I became successful older. I don’t know if I could have handled it when I was younger.”
The actress then compared what she was like in her younger days. She remembered that in her younger years, she struggled to be present, but as she got older, she learned to accept and appreciate life more deeply.
She noted, “And now I’m going to savor this moment. I want to share my lessons and where there is pain that I can fix that really inspires me to lighten the load.”
Mariska’s journey shows her strength and love. Starting her family in her early 40s, she faced the challenges and joys of raising three children with Peter. Their story is full of unexpected blessings and deep gratitude. As she cherishes her family, Mariska inspires us to embrace life’s surprises and the power of love at any age.
My Nonverbal Son Warned Me about My Husband’s Secret by Writing ‘Dad Lies!’ on His Palm
My husband’s early returns from work — always when our nanny was still there — set off alarm bells. But it was our nonverbal six-year-old, Oliver, who saw the truth. His warning, “Dad lies!” written on his palm in marker, led me to uncover a secret that would shatter our world.
Oliver had always been more observant than most kids his age. Maybe it was because he couldn’t speak and his rare condition meant he had to find other ways to communicate.
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Whatever the reason, he saw things the rest of us missed, like how his father had been acting strange lately.
I’d noticed the changes gradually, like watching shadows lengthen across our living room floor. First, it was the phone calls he’d take outside, pacing the garden with one hand pressed against his ear.
Then came the mysterious appointments that never quite lined up with his usual schedule. But what really set off alarm bells was when James started coming home early from work.
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It should have been a good thing. More family time, right? But something felt off about it, especially since he always seemed to time his arrivals when Tessa, our nanny, was still there.
They’d be in deep conversation when I’d call to check in, their voices dropping to whispers when Oliver was around.
“He’s just being more involved,” my friend Sarah assured me over coffee one morning. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
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I stirred my latte, watching the foam swirl into abstract patterns. “It feels different. Like he’s… hiding something.”
“What makes you think that?”
“He’s distracted. Distant. The other day, I found him sitting in Oliver’s room at midnight, just watching him sleep. When I asked what was wrong, he said ‘nothing’ so quickly it had to be something.”
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I’d managed to keep my darker suspicions at bay until one fateful Tuesday afternoon. I left work early after my last meeting was canceled. The house was quiet when I walked in, but I heard low voices coming from the living room.
James and Tessa sat on the sofa, heads close together, speaking in hushed tones. They jumped apart when they saw me like teenagers caught passing notes in class.
“Rachel!” James’s voice cracked slightly. “You’re home early.”
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“Meeting got canceled,” I said, the words falling flat between us. “Funny, sounds like yours did too.”
“Yeah, the client backed out last minute.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, and Tessa’s cheeks flushed pink as she gathered Oliver’s art supplies.
I couldn’t focus on anything else after that. My thoughts spiraled as I prepared dinner, each clink of plates against the counter matching the pounding in my chest.
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What if all those early returns home weren’t about spending more time with Oliver? What if James and Tessa…
I couldn’t even complete the thought. The idea of him having an affair with our nanny made me physically ill, but once it took root, I couldn’t shake it.
I watched him across the dinner table, analyzing every gesture, every averted glance. Was he avoiding my eyes? Did that forced smile hide guilt?
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“How was your afternoon?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.
“Oh, you know. The usual.” James pushed his lasagna around his plate. “Just wanted to get home early to see my favorite people.”
The words that would’ve once warmed my heart now felt like daggers. I noticed Oliver watching us intently, his bright eyes darting between our faces as if reading a story written in our expressions.
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After dinner, James headed out to the garden — his convenient new escape, I thought bitterly. I was loading the dishwasher, my mind still churning with suspicions, when Oliver appeared at my elbow.
His small face was scrunched with worry, more serious than I’d ever seen him. He held up his palm, where he’d written two words in blue marker: “Dad lies!”
My heart stopped.
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Somehow, seeing those words validated every fear I’d been trying to suppress. If Oliver had noticed something was wrong, it couldn’t just be my imagination. My sweet, silent boy who saw everything — what exactly had he witnessed?
“What do you mean, sweetie?” I kneeled to his level. “What kind of lies?”
He pointed toward the hall table, where James had left his briefcase. The same briefcase he’d been clutching like a lifeline lately, never letting it out of his sight.
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“Oliver, honey, that’s private—” I started to say, but he was already dragging it over to me, his eyes intense with purpose.
My hands trembled as I opened the clasp. Inside, instead of the expected lipstick-stained collar or hidden phone, I found a manila folder stuffed with medical documents.
The words jumped out at me like accusations: “Stage 3.” “Aggressive treatment required.” “Survival rate.”
“Oh God,” I whispered, the papers shaking in my hands.
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“Rachel?” His voice came from behind me, quiet and defeated. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
I spun around, tears already streaming down my face. “Find out? When exactly were you planning to tell me that you’re dying?”
He slumped into a kitchen chair, suddenly looking ten years older. “I thought… I thought if I could just handle it myself, get the treatments done quietly…”
“Quietly?” My voice rose.
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“Is that what all those early afternoons were about? Chemotherapy? And Tessa — she knows?”
“She figured it out,” he admitted. “I needed someone to cover for me when I had appointments. I made her promise not to tell you.”
“Why?” The word came out as a sob. “Did you think I couldn’t handle it? That I wouldn’t want to be there for you?”
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“I wanted to protect you and Oliver. I didn’t want to see that look in your eyes, the one you’re giving me right now.” He reached for my hand. “I didn’t want every moment together to be overshadowed by this… this thing inside me.”
“You don’t get to make that choice for us,” I said, but I let him hold my hand anyway. “We’re supposed to face these things together. That’s what marriage means.”
Oliver appeared between us, tears rolling down his cheeks.
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He held up his palm again, but this time it read: “I love Dad.”
James broke down then, really broke down, pulling Oliver into his lap. “I love you too, buddy. So much. I’m sorry I scared you with all the secrets.”
I wrapped my arms around them both, breathing in the familiar smell of James’s aftershave, and feeling Oliver’s small body trembling against us.
“No more secrets,” I whispered. “Whatever time we have left, we face it together.”
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The next few weeks were a blur of doctor’s appointments and difficult conversations. I took a leave of absence from work, and we told Oliver’s school what was happening. Tessa stayed on, but now she was part of our support system rather than James’s confidante.
She brought us meals on treatment days and sometimes just sat with me while James slept off the effects of the chemotherapy.
“I’m so sorry,” she said one afternoon, her eyes filling with tears. “Keeping this from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But he was so scared of hurting you…”
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“I understand,” I told her, and I did.
James had always been our protector, the one who checked for monsters under Oliver’s bed and kept spare batteries for every flashlight in case of storms. Of course, he’d try to shield us from this too.
Oliver started drawing more than ever. He filled pages with pictures of our family — always together, always holding hands.
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Sometimes he drew James in a hospital bed, but he always drew him smiling, surrounded by love hearts and rainbows. His art teacher told us it was his way of processing everything, of telling the story he couldn’t voice.
One day, I found James sitting in Oliver’s room, surrounded by these drawings. His eyes were red-rimmed, but he was smiling.
“Remember when we first found out about his condition?” he asked. “How terrified we were that he’d never be able to express himself?”
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I sat down beside him, picking up a particularly colorful drawing. “And now he’s teaching us how to communicate better.”
“I was so wrong, Rachel. About all of it. I thought being strong meant handling everything alone, but look at him.” James gestured to a drawing where Oliver had depicted our family as superheroes. “He knows that real strength is letting people in, letting them help.”
That night, as we watched Oliver arrange his latest masterpiece on the refrigerator, James squeezed my hand.
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“I was so scared of ruining what time we had left,” he whispered. “I didn’t realize that hiding the truth was already doing that.”
I leaned my head against his shoulder, watching our silent, wise little boy. “Sometimes the hardest things to say are the ones that need saying the most.”
Oliver turned to us then, holding up both palms. On one, he’d written “Family.” On the other: “Forever.”
And in that moment, despite everything, I believed him.
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