This past May, I graduated from Guilford College, but something still haunted me. It was my name. It did not represent the freedom of my so-called father, a man I never knew.
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"Foster care is not fun for anyone," says 24-year-old law student Amy Peters, who entered Nebraska's foster care system at age 12 and remained until she "aged out" at 19. Fortunately for Amy, she excelled in high school and was accepted at the University of Nebraska.
As Nate, 29, walked through the kennels, Otis was the only dog not barking excitedly -- he was just leaning his face against the fence and hoping for some love. Nate took the American Bulldog for a walk in the parking lot, the pup instinctively trotted straight to his car, and it was love.
My three daughters were all adopted from China at older ages. Despite the immense losses each of them have carried, they have loved me and accepted my affection and care without question. It doesn't mean they have not hurt inside or pushed back at me. But they have called me Mama from the get-go and always reached out when they needed me.
Mindfulness has been a buzzy word lately. For me, living mindfully is about being awake.
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This world is not an easy place for children to grow and thrive on their own. In fact, too often it is not even a safe place.
Through the years, as I held this child and watched him grow, I realized how much it would have meant -- to M and to me -- to be able to hold him in the moments after his birth.
My mom adopted me as a single mother. She worked countless hours to provide for me. Her work ethic is admirable. Her strength is contagious.
The path to motherhood is wide and varied. On Mother's Day, we recognize that mothers come in all shapes and sizes. Yet we often neglect to honor and remember birth mothers who make an adoption plan for their babies after they are born.
I have a friend who lovingly placed her child for adoption because she was too young to be a mother herself. While she's comforted by the feeling that she made the right choice, there remains in her a sense of longing -- the innate desire to be a mother. Mother's Day reminds her of those things.
I had just decided the word for my 36th year would be "love." And that evening, my heart was captured by a young woman named...Lovelle.
I was blessed to know from the moment I could understand that one mother gave me life, the other gave me a home. I have also been blessed and fortunate enough to know and love them both, while they have also gotten to know each other.
Yes -- I am insecure about not being able to fully deliver for him. No matter what I do -- kiss his boo-boo, sing him a lullaby, make dinner, play catch, hold him when he is frightened -- I will never really be his mom.
In honor of the mothers and motherly types in our lives and in the lives of our children, here are some of the ways real gay dads have made this maternal holiday their own.