Motherhood

The Key to a Mom’s True Happiness

Before I became a mom, I pictured happiness as a gallery of chubby smiles, goofy faces, and sleeping babes nestled in their mama’s arms. That vision crystalized into a deep, unmet longing when I couldn’t get pregnant for months, then years. As I scrolled through my friends’ photos on social media, the whispers of futureContinue reading “The Key to a Mom’s True Happiness”

Pro-life for All: Adoption

For many years, I longed to give life. It wasn’t that I merely coveted the title of “mother” or felt obligated to take the next step following marriage. No, the yearning ran far deeper than external pressures or an internal ticking clock. I was an image bearer who wanted to bear image bearers. But IContinue reading “Pro-life for All: Adoption”

Every New Beginning Comes from Some Other Beginning’s End

It’s here. A day I’ve been simultaneously dreading and anticipating. The first day in a chain of revolutions that will repeat and progress, accelerating toward spinoff. Both my sons are now attending school full-time. They’re still under my care, still living at home. I hope to always represent home to them. But they’ve grown up.Continue reading “Every New Beginning Comes from Some Other Beginning’s End”

How my love for my son who is adopted and my son who is biological is the same, yet different

Only one person has had the chutzpah to ask me if I love my son whom we adopted less than I love my son whom I carried and birthed. She didn’t phrase it that bluntly, of course. And I knew she was inquiring out of genuine curiosity, as she was contemplating adoption after having twoContinue reading “How my love for my son who is adopted and my son who is biological is the same, yet different”

If I Had a Daughter

Hair bows, leg warmers, ballet flats – things that shimmer, things that tie neatly, things that smell pleasant – sequins, ruffles, and all the shades of pink that could ever be squeezed out of the palette. This is a world that is foreign to me, a culture I don’t belong in, much less comprehend, becauseContinue reading “If I Had a Daughter”