The connection of two mothers through adoption is multifaceted, amazing, and full of many emotions. I have experienced open adoption. […]
There are no words to describe how excited I was to reblog this post. Robin urges Christians to think about […]
There are millions of ways to help a foster family, but you know what all of those apply to people in every situation. The woman down the road that just had surgery, the man who lost his wife, and the new momma. I believe the most important thing you can do to support a foster family or any family is to……
My life would have been different if my grandfather and aunt did not give me the gift of opportunity. That is what children in institutions need, an opportunity to be a child, have a family, to be loved and have somewhere they too can call home…..
A young person asked me recently what is was like to adopt a child, “is it different?” That question got […]
One glorious day, something insane happened and I got a smack to the face. A beautiful little baby, totally opposite of everything I knew, was handed to me. As an infant she fought me. She didn’t like to be snuggled, she wanted to be put down. She never looked me in the eyes, she was in her own world. She didn’t walk when I thought she should. She didn’t say momma or daddy until way past the time frame considered to be “normal”. . . . .
For two years, my husband and I have been intentionally sowing seeds of affirmation in our girls. One of our […]
Earlier this year, my son said “Mom, I am so glad you adopted me. We all fit together so perfectly. […]
I snapped a photo of my adopted daughter recently and something new hit me. You see the way she is […]
Clothes piled up, toys everywhere, and little people running in and out of the photo. I know life is really […]
Today I celebrate moms. The ones fostering, adopting, birthing.. the ones who have lost, the ones who chose life, the ones who are still waiting. All of us deserve to be celebrated.
“Mom, I am so glad you adopted me. We all fit together so perfectly. ” My biological son has no […]
I will wage war for life, but I cannot justify trampling the wounded on the way to the battle. I must keep my heart at a place that I will stand for truth, but also be willing to run across the street for the broken carrying the weight of her choice. When I forget how to do both, then I fall into dangerous territory myself.
From parental termination to the celebration of adoption you will cry, laugh, hurt, and cry some more. It will crush your heart to see the pain of a mother walking away while simultaneously planting love as you step in. Don’t allow yourself to judge anyone or any situation. You don’t know as much as you think. If you aren’t sure what to do, do the thing that scares you the most. Hope is a vital part of this process.