You were my son’s first mother. You were the one who conceived, carried, and gave birth to him across the world.
We celebrate the days the waiting stopped.
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.
The theology of adoption has a thick ribbon of rescue running through it.
“What is the name of my real mother?” When I heard these words, my stomach sank a bit.
By Stacey Conner. Sometimes, I wonder if I worry too much about what my children can understand and what they cannot.
With an ache in her heart, a mom answers her adoptive children's questions about their birth mothers.
Anymommy is amazed at what she learns about the teachers that take care of children everyday at her foster parenting licensing training.
It was nearly four years ago that my daughter was born to me, without pain or contractions, on the side of a road.
I think of you often. You are the woman who gave my daughter life; my first child who called me “mommy.”
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