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”

Listen up: Let’s make the world less crappy for those struggling to have a baby

The world is a lonely place for couples having trouble getting pregnant. It’s hard to feel like you fit into a society where everyone and their giraffe is knocked up, posting pics of their bumps like they’re the universal outfit of the day. Instead of further isolating those who are struggling to grow their families,Continue reading “Listen up: Let’s make the world less crappy for those struggling to have a baby”

#HonorAllMoms

Mom. A word that evokes… So many labels: Biological. Adoptive. Foster. Expectant. Bereaved. “Real.” Birth. Legal. Spiritual. Single. Working. Stay-at-home. Soccer. Helicopter. Teen. Grand. Great-grand. God. In-law. In-love. So many descriptions: Sleep-deprived. Stressed. Worn out. Exasperated. Caring. Strong. Selfless. Gracious. So many emotions: Grief. Bitterness. Worry. Disappointment. Joy. Pride. Gratitude. Love. So many seasons: New.Continue reading “#HonorAllMoms”

The post-pregnancy post / Alternate title: How becoming a mom didn’t make me happy and why I’m (now) OK with that

Well, here it is, 15 months after giving birth to my second son, my first biological child, and I’m finally getting back into this blogging thing. Who knew raising two kids 2 and under (now 3 and 1) would hinder insightful, reflective journaling about one’s innermost thoughts and feelings? As it turns out, it’s difficultContinue reading “The post-pregnancy post / Alternate title: How becoming a mom didn’t make me happy and why I’m (now) OK with that”

Laughing at God

If you’re still in shock over our big announcement, you can get in line right behind me and Colin. Although I’m now in the second trimester and starting to see physical evidence of a baby on board, plus my indulgence in burger and pizza cravings, it is hard for me to believe that this isContinue reading “Laughing at God”