You, dear daughter, are mine. *** You were born in my heart almost exactly nine months before I held you in my arms.  You are mine. Though I know your dark eyes and black hair look nothing like my green eyes and… Read More

Raise your hand if you tend to overthink things. Now, raise both hands, jump up and down, throw your head back and yell, “Yes, this is me!”, if you’re an adoptive mama and you tend to overthink things. Overthinking is a habit that can be… Read More

If I could watch the world from the sidelines, I would. I don’t like being the center of attention, at least not for long periods of time.  It’s taken a decent number of years to be able to say “thank you” when… Read More

I’m sitting on my closet floor typing this. Because sometimes a mama just needs to do that, you know? The door needs to shut.  The voices need to fade so that all I can hear is myself think for a moment.  And… Read More

  Twenty months ago the dance began.  We saw things happening that no child should have experienced.  Even with all of the training we did, we saw behaviors we were surprised by. We felt fear.  We felt panic. When will this end?… Read More

Many people who haven’t adopted and admire those who have think that we have rescued our child. Truth is, we’re the rescued ones. Rescued from selfishness. Rescued from anger. Rescued from a worldview that says doing “fun things” is more important than… Read More

“The lavender is more rare,” he told me in the crowded marketplace teeming with voices and noises completely different from those I was accustomed to at home.  I glanced down at the little face, the rare butterfly who flitted into my life… Read More

You look at me and tell me I’m awesome. I look at you and tell you “awesome” means nothing in the face of the kind of tired I feel many days. *** You see me dealing with medical care, appointments, and therapies… Read More

I remember distinctly when my first three babies hit the eighteen-month mark in age.  The one-year mark was huge, but for whatever reason, making it to the halfway point on Year Two was just significant for me. Maybe I realized that I… Read More

Our summer is moving along, lickety-split, and if I’m being honest, it’s actually been pretty good. This time last year, I could have not anticipated how much better this year would be. Last summer we were living in the the freshly-home-cocoon.  This… Read More