It's been a bit of a hectic time for us, Santa. But I want to take a moment to give you our Christmas list. It's not big this year, really. We really try, all year long, to be the best people we can be, and to work every day to be even better. And we know you see that. Dom and I need your help, Santa. We want a baby this year.
I stopped asking him to because it seemed more important to him not to call me mommy than it was for me to hear it.
Thank you for your realism that this doesn't always work. Without even knowing it, you had my back in that interview. Thank you for supporting what needs to be the message.
For the last three years, I have completely forgotten about Gotcha Day -- I saw no need to bring it up, or to make anything out of it. I feel as if, everyday, my parents recognize Gotcha Day; so why celebrate it on just one particular day of the year?
In July 2002, I woke up doubled over in pain. I couldn't eat, I couldn't drink, and I could barely breathe. I went to my doctor and she immediately did an ultrasound on my kidneys and liver. She was certain I had a kidney infection. Four days later, the doctor called and said, "Congratulations! You're 22 weeks pregnant. Please come in for a consult as soon as possible. Goodbye."
Chances are, each of us has one or more friends or family members who was adopted or who has adopted. So it's important we all know how to talk about adoption in a respectful way, and avoid accidentally offending our friends and family.
What better time than National Adoption Awareness Month to share three documentaries about adoption from the perspective of adoptees? Film is a powerful way of conveying a story, bypassing the intellect and aiming directly at the heart.
Our trauma, tragedies and losses (infertility related or not) make us who we are. I have learned that I am a better everything because I wanted and loved those babies so much. I am also a better everything because I lost them.
As men and women suffering through infertility treatments we are identifying ourselves, sometimes completely, through how many treatments we have endured. We are so much more than this.
Render gratitude into a state through your being. Once you view life as the unfolding miracle that it is you begin to understand the cosmic glory of your experiences.
I want people to think about what makes their family a family. Is it shared physical features, or because of the love you share for one another? My family is a family because of the latter.
Children adopted from China may not remember the language of their birth country, but their brains still respond unconsciously to Chinese more than a decade later.
While race is definitely an obvious component in our family, it is not, nor has it ever been the driving force behind our relationship towards one another. We don't love each other in spite of our differences; we love each other because of them.
Parenting is not biology or blood work, just as it's not process of acquisition or paperwork; parenting is practice, the love you give, and the life you make.
very time someone tells me how lucky my children are for having been adopted into my family, I want to gag. Instead, I politely tell them I'm the lucky one.
Events like National Adoption Awareness Month are created and used by the mega adoption industry to promote adoption. Less recognized, however, is the reality that even the happiest of adoptions are a result of tragedy and loss.