It’s been a decade since we began our parenting journey, and here’s what I want you, someone new to this journey, to know:
You do not have to have it completely figured out, but you do need to be figuring it out. Your education as a transracial adoptive parent should never stop. It should continue from now until your dying day. This means not only listening to adoptees and learning about adoption norms (such as how trauma can change the brain, what adoptees need from their parents, etc.) but also about what your child of color needs. The best people to help you understand this are people who racially match your child. Read More
I was a little girl with three brothers, anxious for the day when I didn’t have to bribe them to play dolls and dress up with me. I asked my parents almost every night for a sister.
I didn’t know back then how much of a commitment that was, but my parents eventually pursued the idea of adoption. They took in two girls, ages 3 and 5. I was in heaven. Read More
It wasn't that I was against adoption, I just didn't understand it. Sure, I had watched movies or television shows in my years growing up, where the topic of adoption was mentioned, but nothing significant, nothing that would resonate with me. To be honest, I viewed adoption as only something people who couldn't have children biologically did as a Plan B. I was clueless! Read More
Two of my closest friends recently had their first babies, and I’ll admit, I was nervous about how it was all going to go down. I didn’t know what negative feelings might surface as I was reminded – yet again – that their story would never be my story.
We get to hear from Anna's beautiful heart today. Read More
Still in the fog of morning sluggishness and with a thinly veiled air of motherly annoyance, I dropped my four older children at soccer practice with water bottles and balls and snacks in baggies. I thought perhaps I could use a few laps around a field to clear my head. So I put two-year-old Bo in the stroller with no plan for where to walk, just knowing I needed to pound it out on the pavement. The chaotic early morning rush to get everyone ready and out the door had shredded my nerves. I struggled to like my kids in that single moment, and I surely didn’t like myself. I was remembering why we didn’t do these early morning activities very often. Read More
The season will eventually change.
But for now, as you find yourself here in the wait, whatever that might be, I’m praying the Father gives you eyes to see the subtle change of Spring, to see what’s really growing underneath. Read More
The reality of life is that we’re all waiting on something. Maybe it's something smaller and less significant. But maybe it's something larger that consumes all your thoughts.
Financial breakthrough. Healing in your body. A baby. Your husband to return. A job.
Scripture discusses the topic of waiting over and over. It also addresses the topic of suffering and facing trials.
A GIVEAWAY AT BOTTOM OF POST Read More
National Infertility Awareness Week: I hated who I had become: the person people didn’t want to tell they were pregnant. An excerpt from my book. Read More
We weren’t too surprised when two years had passed and I was not pregnant; I have autoimmune diseases and a list of diagnoses: a broken body. Sometimes our bodies just don’t work the right way. As we emailed back and forth with an adoption consultant, sifting through the multitude of paths to becoming a family for a child through adoption, we decided domestic infant adoption was our first path. Read More
What are we supposed to do then? Sometimes it seems as though the only answer for us mamas is to give up. Stop trying. Let go of the impossible. Keep our sweatpants on all day and buy cookies from the grocery store.
It would be so easy. Let it all go. Just stop caring. Read More
Cassie is a full-time PhD student, part-time blogger at <a href="http://www.sagetheblog.com/" target="_blank">Sage the Blog</a>, and a wild child at heart. She is an atheist turned Christian that strives to share her story of redemption with authenticity and vulnerability. She lives in mid-Missouri with her husband, two cats, and a dog. She is expecting her first child in June, 2017. We are beyond honored to have her share her heart on pregnancy after loss. Read More
Fierce, like a bear, my instincts wanted to throw literal daggers right back to the assaulter, making him hurt more than I did.1 But physical pain will never match the agony that words can bring to a heart. Read More
You are brave. You are changing lives.
Before you throw your hands up and walk away, shake your head, or mumble something about how I don’t even know the half of it and you feel like an actual failure…please come close and let me talk to you. Gather ’round, let me share what I see when I watch and think about you. Read More
I did not know adoption was meant to split you wide open, revealing the ugliest and most radiant parts of you all at once.
Another Christmas passed without expectation of or the existence of little toes to kiss, bellies to tickle, tears to soothe, and the next cold January arrived all too quickly. Read More
Dear Expectant Mama
The pregnancy test confirmed a heart wrenching reality to you: positive.
There in your womb resides a precious, so cherished, tender life. You love the life growing inside of you, no matter how unexpected and unplanned he or she was. Just as any mama, you crave to your core the very best for your baby. Read More
“When you were deciding to place me for adoption, did you wonder if I would resent you?” Samantha asks her biological mother while visiting her across the country.
“Yes. I still do.” Debbie responded with honesty. Read More
An interview on the Bump Diaries. Read More
Why then do I not want to be associated with this group of people? Why do I resist my world and theirs becoming more visibly linked? Fear. I fear mental illness. I fear what it will do to me. I fear what else it will do to my mom. I fear what it may someday do to my children. Read More