I recently met a Chinese man who congratulated me on giving my kids a home.
I am a much more compassionate, empathetic and tolerant human because of the rocky road my family traveled to bring these children in to our fold.
We celebrate the days the waiting stopped.
For two years before our daughter Amelia was born and we adopted her, I scoured Pinterest and the internet for articles about parenthood.
Starter Series interview with Robin Gorman Newman, founder of Motherhood Later...Than Sooner.
As an adoptive parent, I get asked lots of questions about the process and how I feel about my adopted children from family, friends and strangers.
Despite the missing words, there are inscriptions where I tell him how much he was wanted, how intelligent he is, how he is our greatest gift.
The theology of adoption has a thick ribbon of rescue running through it.
I have been his daughter for 19 of my 20 years, adopted when I was almost one. He is the only father I have ever known.
“What is the name of my real mother?” When I heard these words, my stomach sank a bit.