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.
On My Way to Work, I Found an Elderly Woman Almost Frozen in a Snowdrift Near My House – What She Gave Me Changed Everything
On a frozen January morning, Amy found an elderly woman lying motionless in the snow near her driveway. Against her better judgment, she chose to help instead of walking away. What seemed like a chance encounter set off a chain of unimaginable events that changed Amy’s life forever.
The first week of January is always unforgiving — icy winds that sting your face in the dead of winter, snow that piles up faster than you can shovel, and mornings so silent they almost feel eerie. That day was no exception. I was trudging toward my car, dreading another routine day at work when something strange caught my eye.
At the edge of my driveway, near the snowdrift, lay a slumped figure. At first, I thought it was trash blown in from somewhere, but the shape was disturbingly human. My heart began to race.
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“Hey!” I called out hesitantly, taking slow steps forward. “Are you okay?”
The figure didn’t move.
Just then, my neighbor, Mr. Lewis, came around the corner with his dog. He stopped and squinted at the scene. “What’s this about?”
“I think… it’s a person,” I said.
Mr. Lewis sighed, pulling his muffler tighter. “Probably just some drunk or a vagrant. Best to leave it be or call the cops. People like that bring their own trouble.”
“How can you be so callous?” I shot back angrily. “That’s a human being lying there in the snow! What if it was your loved one out here, freezing to death while people walked by?”
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“Your call, Amy,” he muttered, tugging his dog away. “Don’t come crying to me when this turns ugly.”
I ignored him, my instincts screaming otherwise. As I stepped closer, the figure stirred slightly. It was an elderly woman, her face pale and her lips nearly blue. Her damp hair clung to her face, and her thin coat was no match for the freezing cold.
“Ma’am?” I crouched down, panicking as I reached for my phone. “Can you hear me? Please, just give me a sign you’re alive! Dear God, please let her be alive!”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she whispered something faintly. “No… don’t… there’s a… a note for you.”
“A note? For me?” I asked, confused.
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With a trembling hand, she pointed toward her coat pocket. “Please…” she whimpered. “Before it’s too late… I must tell you… must make it right…”
I hesitated but reached in and pulled out a weathered envelope. My name — AMY — was scrawled on it in shaky handwriting. My breath caught in my throat.
“Ma’am, how do you know my name?” I asked, but her head slumped forward, and she went still. “No, no, no! Stay with me! Please stay with me!”
My hands fumbled as I dialed 911. Within minutes, an ambulance arrived, and paramedics carried her away on a stretcher.
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“You did more than I would’ve,” Mr. Lewis muttered, shaking his head. “Probably best not to get too involved.”
“Is that what your mother taught you?” I snapped, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. “To walk away when someone needs help? To turn your back on another person’s suffering?”
He flinched as if I’d slapped him, a flash of shame crossing his face. “My mother… she would have stopped,” he whispered, almost to himself. “She would have helped.”
I didn’t respond further. My focus was on the envelope. I tore it open with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in knots.
The message inside was short, but it sent my heart racing:
“Amy, your real grandmother left you $500,000 inheritance. Arrive at this address. Hurry up…”
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I stared at the paper, my mind swirling. Real grandmother? I’d been told my grandmother had passed away long before I was born. Is this some sort of scam? A cruel joke?
“This can’t be real,” I whispered to myself, reading the note over and over.
The woman’s frail figure haunted me all day. By evening, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to visit her in the hospital.
When I entered her hospital room, she was awake, her frail body propped up against some pillows. Her sunken eyes softened when she saw me.
“You came,” she whispered. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t —”
“Of course I did,” I replied, pulling up a chair. “Who are you? And how do you know my name? Why were you out there in the freezing cold looking for me?”
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Her hands trembled as she reached for mine. “I owe you an explanation, Amy. It’s time you knew the truth. The truth I’ve been too cowardly to face for 28 years.”
“The truth about what?”
“I’m your grandmother. Your REAL GRANDMOTHER.”
I blinked, her words hanging heavy in the air. “That’s not possible. My grandmother died before I was born.”
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She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “That’s what your mother wanted you to believe. But it’s not true. I’m alive… and I’ve been living with this guilt every single day.”
“No,” I stood up, backing away from the bed. “My mother wouldn’t lie to me. Not about something like this. She used to tell me everything… we shared everything until her last breath!”
“She did it to protect you,” the woman pleaded, reaching out. “To shield you from my cruelty. From the heartless woman who threw away her own daughter’s happiness for the sake of pride.”
“Stop it!” I cried, pressing my hands against my ears. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real!”
She gestured weakly to the chair beside her bed. “Please, sit down, Amy. There’s something you need to know.”
I sank into the chair, my heart pounding.
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“Your mother,” she began, “she was my pride and joy. Top of her class at university, studying business and economics. Everything I’d dreamed for her…” She paused, dabbing at her eyes. “Then one day, she came home absolutely glowing. She’d met someone — your father. But I didn’t like him.”
“What was wrong with my dad?” I asked.
A look of shame crossed her face. “Nothing. Nothing at all, except in my foolish mind. He was a carpenter, you see. Worked with his hands, and lived paycheck to paycheck. But the way your mother’s eyes lit up when she talked about him…” She shook her head. “Your father had such a beautiful heart. Always helping others, and always ready with a kind word or deed.”
“So why?” I whispered. “Why did you disapprove?”
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“Because I was blind. When your mother told me she was pregnant, I exploded. ‘You’re throwing your life away!’ I screamed at her. ‘Everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve planned!’” Her hands twisted in the hospital blanket. “I can still see her face, standing there in our living room, one hand protectively over her stomach… over you.”
“She had so much potential. I gave her an ultimatum: leave him and inherit the family business, or walk away with nothing. She chose him. She chose you.”
I clenched my fists, anger rising in my chest. “And you just let her go? You didn’t even try to fix it? Your own daughter, carrying your grandchild, and you just… threw her away?”
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“I was stubborn. And proud. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. Your mother passed away when you were 15 years old. But I never stopped watching. I followed your life from a distance — your milestones, your achievements, and your wedding day. I was a coward, Amy. Too ashamed to face you or tell you that I was your grandmother.”
“You were there?” I gasped, tears flowing freely now. “At my wedding?”
“Back row, hat pulled low,” she smiled sadly. “You were so beautiful. Just like your mother on her wedding day. The day I refused to attend. I watched you dance with your father, saw how he looked at you with such pride and love… and I realized what a fool I’d been. Love isn’t about status or money. It’s about moments like that.”
“Did you… did you really come for me that day?” I asked.
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“Yes. You were radiant, just like your mom at her wedding.”
She explained how she had fallen ill recently and didn’t have much time left. “I wanted to make amends before it’s too late,” she said. “That’s why I came to your house, disguised as a stranger. My car broke down, and I walked the rest of the way. But the cold… guess I fainted from exhaustion.”
“You could have died!” I burst out. “All this time… why wait until now? Why put yourself through this? You didn’t even show up for Mom’s funeral. Why?”
“Because pride is a poison that kills slowly,” she whispered, tears rolling down her weathered cheeks. “And fear is its faithful companion. I’ve been dying inside for years, watching from afar, and too scared to reach out. But now that I’m really dying. And I couldn’t bear to take these secrets to my grave.”
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Her voice trailed off as tears filled her eyes. She reached for the side table and handed me another envelope. “Everything I have is yours now. It’s not enough to make up for what I’ve done, but it’s all I can give.”
I opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside were deeds, bank account information, and a letter transferring ownership of her entire estate to me.
“Why are you doing this? Money can’t fix what happened. It can’t buy back all those lost years.”
“Because your mother deserved better. And so do you.” She gripped my hand tightly. “Because love shouldn’t come with conditions, and I learned that lesson far too late. The money… it’s not to buy forgiveness. It’s to give you the chances I denied your mother. To help you build the life she fought so hard to give you.”
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The next few weeks were a blur. I spent countless nights replaying my grandmother’s words, wrestling with emotions I couldn’t name. Anger. Grief. Guilt. Gratitude.
When she passed away not long after, I attended her funeral with my dad. The church was nearly empty, a testament to the bridges she’d burned. As I stood there, a familiar figure appeared beside me.
“I’m sorry about what I said that morning,” Mr. Lewis murmured. “About leaving her in the snow. Sometimes we forget our humanity in the coldest moments. My mother would be ashamed of what I’ve become.”
“It’s never too late to change,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “Never too late to thaw a frozen heart.”
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I clutched the letter my grandmother had written for me, her final words etched into my heart:
“Amy, I can never undo the damage I caused. But I hope, in some small way, I’ve given you a chance for something better. Your mother was the bravest woman I ever knew, and you are every bit her daughter. Make her proud.”
In the end, I used the inheritance to honor both of them. I set up a scholarship fund in my mother’s name for young women trying to stay in school. I donated a portion to women’s shelters. And with the rest, I bought a modest house — the first real home I’d ever owned.
The day I moved in with my husband, I found my dad sitting alone on my new porch, tears in his eyes.
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“I should have told you the truth,” he whispered as I sat beside him. “About her, about everything. I was so focused on protecting you that I didn’t realize you were strong enough to handle it.”
“You protected me,” I said, taking his hand. “Just like Mom always had. Like she did when she chose love over money all those years ago.”
“She was right about one thing,” my dad smiled through his tears. “Love shouldn’t come with conditions. And you, my beautiful daughter, you’ve proven that by turning your grandmother’s final gift into something that will help others. You’ve broken the cycle.”
Sometimes, life hands you a story you’d never expect — like a frozen morning, a mysterious note in a stranger’s pocket, and a family secret buried under years of regret. But in the end, love finds its way through the cracks.
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