The connection of two mothers through adoption is multifaceted, amazing, and full of many emotions. I have experienced open adoption. For those who don’t know, open adoption can initially start as shared photos and letters through an intermediary and sometimes leads to shared identifying information and intertwined lives. It is not a legal contract; it […]
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November is National Adoption month. There has been a plethora of sources and blog posts daily on my Facebook news feed. Huffpost, among others, has been diving headfirst into the fray with their series, trying to be balanced in their opinions, but mostly being conservative,…
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 me to thinking just how similar adoption is to marriage. One day I didn’t know my husband, the next I did. A unique encounter that set us on this path of connection. We don’t have […]
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 adopted little girls had so much hurt even as a baby she wouldn’t look at herself in the mirror without crying. It was heartbreaking and something we absolutely refused to receive as ours, so we […]
Earlier this year, my son said “Mom, I am so glad you adopted me. We all fit together so perfectly. ” My biological son, Judah has no idea that he isn’t adopted. In his mind, adoption means you were added to our family and that addition can happen through delivery or the front door. In […]
I snapped a photo of my adopted daughter recently and something new hit me. You see the way she is holding that sandwich? That’s how I hold a sandwich. Adoption is a funny thing. For me, identifying similarities is a blast. I love to watch my birth daughter and see my mother in law or […]
Clothes piled up, toys everywhere, and little people running in and out of the photo. I know life is really never “perfect”, but something about this season for our family makes me see “perfect” differently. I have had the privilege of speaking to several foster moms who are ready to throw in the towel and […]
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 idea that he isn’t adopted. In his mind adoption means you were added to our family and that addition can happen through delivery or the front door. In a culture where words like biological and […]
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.