I read a lot of, probably too many, adoption-issue blogs. I read from adoptive moms and get instruction and encouragement. I read from adult adoptees and gain insight to possible future struggles. And then I read the comments. Oh, those wonderful comments. It is there that I learn about some of the “other” issues in…

The questions are constant. “Was I in your tummy? Did I sleep with you when I was a baby? Did you hold me like this (cradles arms to hold invisible baby) and rock me when I was your little baby? When I was baby did you feed me? Did I wear diapers? Did you sing…

Our adoption took us down many roads we never expected to travel. One of those roads, introduced us to new friends. Most of these friends, we’ve never met face to face, but we share a connection through our children and experiences. Recently we had the privilege of meeting two of these families in person.

Adoption is complex. I’m not talking about the paper trail or the wait; but rather, raising children who carry deep, unseen injuries and fears. The hearts of these kids, the heart of my daughter, jumbled with emotions they don’t understand. For some, memories come in waves at unexpected times. A smell, a sound, a frivolous…

Most parents have experienced an unruly child in a public place. If you haven’t experienced it, just wait. It happens, we get embarrassed, try to solve the problem, and move on.