Whether you're already parenting boys (and girls, let's be honest) or are picturing ways you will pass the days with your future son, there are so many fun activities to consider. Here are just a few
Are You My Mother? Adoptees are in reunion whether they’re searching or not
During a recent presentation at an adoption conference, I had the members attending my session participate in a quick exercise before they took their seats. I asked them to walk around the room and
What Mother Am I?
Modern mothering is not easy. I blame most of this on the amount of information we are bombarded with every day. There are so many ideas on how to care for and raise children. And now, more than ever,
Thankful for a Nightmare
"My daughter is always getting out of bed and coming in my room." Before adoption, these comments brought a much different response in my heart and out of my mouth. Life changes when you bring home
What They Don’t Tell You About “Those Kids”
Once I took a precious baby I was entirely smitten with to a pediatric neurologist. That neurologist spent a few moments with this infant and then told me “those kids are mean.” He went on to make
Let’s Be Brave, White Parents of Future Black Men
My husband, Matt, is an excellent story teller. He comes alive in every detail of each moment in such a way that his stories can often be longer than the event they’re describing. He’s engaging and
What to Do Before Your Child Starts a Birth Family Search
Adoption search and reunion seems to be everywhere we turn these days: from tearful reunions displayed on TV to advertisements for DNA websites that can link you to birth relatives. As an adoptive
Lessons Martin Luther King Jr. Expects My Kids to Learn
I won’t let my kids file Martin Luther King, Jr. Day into the category of non-gift-giving holidays that serve only to close school for the day. No matter the age, I’ll tell my children that the
During National Adoption Month, Just Ask
October’s color was hot pink in support of Breast Cancer Awareness. Hot pink was everywhere – whether on the cleats of N.F.L. players or on the bright socks of the girls’ softball team that I watch
There Are No Adoption Oddballs
When my wife and I started our adoption process, I felt like an oddball – an adoption misfit. You see, I didn’t fit into any of the preconceived groups of people who, I assumed, adopted. I had
