Being an adoptive parent has been one of the most beautiful things I have ever experienced. It’s also one of the hardest. I have been abundantly blessed by having many pioneers in adoption, attachment, and special needs who have gone before me and have willingly given their advice, suggestions, and exuberant encouragement. Still, with all…
I miscarried that October. I had known for two days that the tests were positive, that two years of infertility had brought us to a baby coming with the summer warmth. And then I was curled on the bathroom floor with blood smeared on my legs and my heart so empty and hollow I felt…
He stayed in his room for the whole day. He didn’t have to! Good grief, of course not. He could have walked up the stairs at any point, looked at his dad and apologized for disobeying, then sat right down at the table. There was a meal set for him. It was one of his…
I was standing beside my daughter today when I noticed the scar. I had just been commenting on the fact that she’s getting taller, stretching toward adulthood way too fast for me. When a child’s first birthday in your home is their 9th, the years of “little” are very few. And there was the scar, near…
The first snow flurries are rushing over the farm and I am remembering the winters when there were no children racing through our house. It was always so quiet in the evenings, after the little ones I watched during the day would go home to their mamas. Our tiny house would be cluttered with my…
I remember visiting my sister-in-law when her babies were little. She had four children in just over four years and there were babies and toddlers everywhere. When you walked into her kitchen there would, without a doubt, be someone calling for mom, diapers on the counter, spilled cereal on the floor, and laughter or crying…
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