I had the worst nightmare ever. Because it was based off an actual day in my past, it felt so real. In fact, everything was exactly the same. Seated on my son’s bedroom floor, I danced and sang, toweling down my freshly washed little boy. My husband was in the other room, draining the tub. Everything was familiar.
Just an hour ago, I was crying on my son’s bedroom floor. What caused the breakdown? Embarrassing as it is, just four little words. In fact, I’ve done a lot of crying over words lately… or really, the lack thereof. See, my youngest son hasn’t done much talking. At first, I wasn’t worried. His brother […]
I’ve always assumed two things: I’m Irish, and my husband is German. After all, the origins of my maiden name and the sunburned tone of my skin don’t hurt the Irish claim. And my husband’s very German surname seems to speak for itself. I’ve always been interested in family heritage and genetics. So when I […]
It was a typical, blistering summer day. We were in the neighborhood pool—splashing, floating, and laughing. My youngest son wouldn’t leave my arms. He was sleepy and clingy—leading me to resort to exaggerated methods of making him smile. I bounced in the water, blew on his belly, and kissed his soft, wet cheeks. There we […]
I realized something today: No one has ever asked me if my biological son was adopted. After all, you wouldn’t look at his light blond hair (even next to his brunette parents) and inquire as to whether or not we “got him out of foster care.” You wouldn’t want to make it weird, right? No […]
It’s been more than two weeks since our adoption party, but the decorations still hang in our dining room. It’s two-fold, really. Mainly, we’ve had neither the time nor energy to take them down. Life is… busy. But also, I know I’ll be sad to see them go. After all, it hasn’t even sunk in […]