For those of you who don't know, transracial identity IS a thing and yeah, #TransracialLivesMatter but in many more ways than you think.
I did not "rescue" my boys any more than I rescued my daughter from my womb. I welcomed all of my children into my home as members of my family. We had no way to predict how successful it would be but we gave it our all. Did I get lucky? Absolutely, four times over.
There are many ways to help make a difference, but the most direct and surest way to make a profound, life-changing impact in the life of a child who has experienced abuse or neglect is to adopt a waiting child from the foster care system.
With over 400,000 children in the foster care system today it's often difficult for children over thirteen to get out of the system and into a "forever" home. Gloriously, some do succeed.
I'm sitting on my couch, in Hawaii, nursing my 12-week-old son while my 3-year-old plays with his dad at the playground. My 17-year-old is in Virginia, getting ready for bed or asleep, most likely in the home of his family who has raised him since birth.
Growing up in a small town Pennsylvania, Alexis Rydbom was bullied and faced racial discrimination because she is a biracial. She shares her story with Jimmy Nguyen, and talks about how she overcame her childhood challenges to become a confident young woman.
Most people meet their child for the first time in a delivery room. Ours was introduced to us in the reception area of a single-story administrative building located in a business park alongside warehouses.
Nicky Stansell could have never imagined that the palpable heartbreak and grief she experienced nearly 20 years ago would ultimately lead her to the cherished child who has become the greatest blessing in her life.
By definition, the young people who come into our child welfare systems already have suffered the trauma of family disruption. Without family, children are ill equipped to beat the odds stacked against them. Every kid needs a family, and every kid deserves one.
When my children were born, I became aware of how much they needed me to be happy, healthy and present. They depended on me to meet their physical and emotional needs and without prioritizing my health, I couldn't be the mom they needed.
I almost wasn't born. I almost didn't get adopted. I almost got delivered to the wrong family at the airport. I almost didn't get to where I am today.
In the Diocese of Arlington, Virginia, the adoption process begins far from the sphere of Pharaohs. Discreetly located in a Burke office park, the Catholic Charities Center for Adoption and Pregnancy Service has a staff of licensed social workers to assist birth and adoptive parents.
A pet store in Brazil, decided to perform an experiment. What would happen if they put shelter pets in place of the regular animals for sale. Would this help more shelter animals find homes, by making them seem like pets for sale?
I've seen you cringe just a little when someone says your child is lucky to have you. Because you know with all your being that it is the other way around.
A pregnancy involves conception and ultrasounds and birth plans and stretch marks. Adoption involves stacks of paperwork, no "due date" and many uncertainties. However, the end result is the same: parenthood.
This Mother's Day, I celebrated six years of motherhood and nine years with type 1 diabetes. Though my disease is expensive and exhausting, required 24/7/365 management, without it, I wouldn't be mothering my three children.