Tag: foster care

#MomGuilt

#momguilt I knew since I was a kid that I wanted to be a mom.  By young adulthood, I had gathered that it wasn't going to be easy.  But, like most people who aren't actually parents yet, I had all the answers.  I could see the mistakes that the moms around me made and I … Continue reading #MomGuilt

When Doctors Don’t Tell You What You Want To Hear.

Let's talk infertility! To me, it's like a dirty word.  It represents everything that I hate about myself.  And, yet, it is the thing that brought my children to me.  Because let's face it, what are the odds that we would have gone out looking to adopt if I had been popping out babies like seemingly … Continue reading When Doctors Don’t Tell You What You Want To Hear.

I’d Like To Buy The World A Goat.

Race is a funny thing.  You hear a lot of contradicting messages from the world.  Be colorblind.  Have pride in your race.  I don't see color.  You know how (insert race) people are.  Why do they segregate themselves?  There is no white privilege. That's reverse discrimination. (No such thing, by the way. It's all just discrimination.)I … Continue reading I’d Like To Buy The World A Goat.

Hospitals Have Great Mashed Potatoes But I Don’t Want To Go Back.

A handful of weeks ago, (has it really been that long??), we found ourselves at the hospital with William.  My experience with hospitals is limited.  I had a hernia operation when I was a kid but most of my memories involve me grossing out my friends by showing them my incisions. I also remember my mom surprising me … Continue reading Hospitals Have Great Mashed Potatoes But I Don’t Want To Go Back.

Sometimes Actions Do Speak Louder Than Words.

Brian and I are always fascinated by the way Lizzie expresses her love vs. how the boys express their love. Each of the boys freely gives hugs and will tell us they love them.  But, Lizzie. She doesn't like to say "I love you." She will hug but usually turns her back to lean in … Continue reading Sometimes Actions Do Speak Louder Than Words.

My Son And Honesty…Or Lack There Of.

I've been trying to write this post about William for awhile.  (If you are reading this, by the way, that means he is cool with it.)  I get a little written and then plan to go back to it and then get sucked into the mom trenches.  Before I get back to finish, something else has happened and I … Continue reading My Son And Honesty…Or Lack There Of.

This Is Real.

I try to use moments as opportunities. As I've mentioned before, we watch Supergirl and Kara/Supergirl is, of course, adopted.  I enjoy the opportunity to point out how she and her Earth family are truly a family despite the fact that there is not a biological connection.  It plays right into my master plan of making sure that my … Continue reading This Is Real.

Race and Shifting Perspectives.

When I was a kid, I was very aware of the perceived differences between black and white people and the basic separation.  It was rare to see an interracial couple and when you did, it was a big deal.  And not necessarily in a good way.  I didn't have an issue with it, but, yeah, … Continue reading Race and Shifting Perspectives.