As therapeutic as writing has always been for me, sometimes if I don’t write about it, I can pretend it’s not happening.
But I have so much. I am grateful for so many things, and people, and beauty in my life.
I am working at an adoption fair tonight; I really enjoy working with couples seeking to adopt. I’m an adoptee myself. I understand their hope, fear and frustration, even if it is different for me.
I want to help them find their little babies, and I love to envision a happy life ahead for all.
I was adopted at six months old, and in foster care before that. This is one of the first pictures ever taken of me, once I’d gotten home. My parents say I didn’t cry or complain at all.
Guess I saved it all up for now!
Lovely photo! My sister adopted her son when he was three months old – he is the one with Aspergers and other difficulties. I remember the wonderful news and the joy in her voice, when she phoned me to tell me he was arriving – only a few hours notice before they had a three month old baby to care for! Adoption is a wonderful thing X
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What an adorable little six-month-old you were! Your mother and father must have been so happy when they got to carry you through their door.
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HI, I just discovered your column in The Parent Pages (and subsequently, your blog) today – how ironic that I discover you just as you are posting your last column. I hope you’ll keep writing and sharing your story. IMHO, your story isn’t over – it’s just beginning. And you inspired me today, to begin to write a book that I have been wanting to start for over a year. Just because you write so well.
Nice to meet you and I hope it’s not goodbye…
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My husband and I were certified Foster Respite Parents for a few years right after our nest became empty. Some families in our church were foster parents and we became certified so that there would be someone they could leave the children with in an instant if needed. It was wonderful because the foster children could spend time with people they new, like us, instead of going to a strange home. We enjoyed it so much and I fell in love with each child. Sometimes we had the children for the weekend. Those were wonderful times for us and I still cherish those days and consider those children mine too! I would like to encourage those that cannot be full time foster parents to consider looking into being a Respite Parent.
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Jonah looks so much like you! I actually thought this was a picture of him until I read the caption. And you complain a lot less (with a lot more reason to do so) than most people I encounter.
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