I remember standing at the kitchen sink a little over two years ago when my daughter told me she had something to discuss with me. It was a serious statement… It had been a rough year. My daughter had just lost her second pregnancy and she had been devastated. It was a time in motherhood for me that I wasn't able to fix what was broken…
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... There can be a sense of separate experiences amongst the Triad so much that it seems like everyone is journeying alone. One is on an island of interior selfness—closed off from sharing. But, I do not think that this should continue to be so in the adoption community. I believe this is actually damaging our ability to talk about something like this that is primal and innate: children and family. How can we continue to remain silent? ...
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I first met my birthmother in 1991 when I was 28 years old; I’m not sure what I expected. The search had been thrilling. The detective work was great fun. I was fortunate to find her with minimal effort after a short search. She was thrilled to hear from me. I did not think about anything past that initial meeting...
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This is a follow-up to my post in December, when my son was knee-deep in boot camp. Those days were among the hardest times of separation because there was no way to look in his baby blues or have a conversation... Now, we are six months into this journey as a Marine family. We’ve had many more meaningful hellos and goodbyes as he took each new step in his training.
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