My husband wants to adopt my daughter. And I want my daughter to be adopted by him. This journey, which we've discussed since before we married more than two years ago, is now coming to fruition.
I actively work my acceptance of my life without kids, but do not be confused by the word acceptance. Definitely do not miss the words actively work.
Hudson still cowers a bit, but each day something new and fun happens: he has gotten his beagle bark, he jumps up on the bed, he barks if ever left behind, and he snuggles and plays with Edie. It's been my favorite Christmas present to have this little guy along with us on this vacation.
To begin the parenting journey again at 45 and 49 was quite another matter. The paperwork was tedious and the waiting was agony but none of that compares to actually adjusting to having a new child in your family, when you're a couple that's a little set in their ways.
A dog was found frightened and trapped in a gate by a man in India. The dog was stuck in the gate by his waist, unable to pull his hind legs through.
I know plenty of people who have successfully found love through online dating. I even know some folks who have grown their families by starting the adoption process or the search for a sperm donor online. It never occurred to me that we would fall in love online, but we did.
One year ago, I wrote about the Chilean Senate approval of a measure that supported the "Idea of a Life Partnership Agreement." That vote marked a major advance in a legislative process that I am now elated to say was approved on Wednesday by the Chilean Congress.
Adoption is part of my life. It has been a source of joy and a source of frustration. It has been a rollercoaster ride full of highs and lows and "oh sh*t" moments that has shaped me in to the person I am.
Adoption is not possible without loss. Losing one's birth parents is the most traumatic form of loss a child can experience. That loss will always be a part of me. It will shape who I am and will have an effect on my relationships -- especially my relationship with you.
Bentley the Shih Tzu was the victim of a terrible person. Bentley was dropped at a shelter in Meltham, England, covered with mats and smelling like oil.
Seventeen months ago we took our then 3-year-old to Ethiopia to meet his new baby brother. While the experience of the adoption is something we talk about openly in our household, the actual orphanage visit did not seem particularly impactful and he hasn't mentioned it much since. But then, this week, something happened.
Adoption is a long and difficult path to navigate, especially for those who have already endured years of infertility and medical procedures. But the needs of those adopting should never over-ride the best interests of the children adoption was intended to serve, even as they grow into adults.
When my first child was a baby, people asked me if he was adopted. He was a blonde, fair-skinned child with light eyes who happened to have a dark haired, olive skinned, brown-eyed mom. Times were far less politically correct than they are now, so I patiently responded that he was my biological child who looked like his father.
I welcome the on-going dialogue about adoption, with hope it can lead to better care and protections for children worldwide. I pray for understanding and grace as we all continue this conversation.
A dog was injured by a car in southeast D.C. Wednesday. His canine friend was uninjured but refused to leave his best friend's side, staring at oncoming traffic and never wandering more than a few feet from his injured companion.
A few weeks ago I was putting away our holiday cards, the majority of which were photo cards. Some were cute or funny, and others depicted the growing families of some of our closest friends. There was one in particular I just held in my hand and couldn't quite put away.