Posts in category "birthmothers"

My Child Was Created in Love, and I Always Want Her To Feel Loved

My Child Was Created in Love, and I Always Want Her To Feel Loved
In honor of November being National Adoption Awareness Month, Portrait of an Adoption is hosting the third annual acclaimed series, 30 Adoption Portraits in 30 Days.  Designed to give a voice to the many different perspectives of adoption, this series will feature guest posts by people with widely varying experiences. My Child Was Created In... Read more »

I Think About How Close I Probably Am To Her At This Moment

I Think About How Close I Probably Am To Her At This Moment
In honor of November being National Adoption Awareness Month, Portrait of an Adoption is hosting the third annual acclaimed series, 30 Adoption Portraits in 30 Days. Designed to give a voice to the many different perspectives of adoption, this series will feature guest posts by people with widely varying experiences. I Think About How Close... Read more »

I Saw My First Name For The First Time

I Saw My First Name For The First Time
In honor of November being National Adoption Awareness Month, Portrait of an Adoption is hosting the third annual acclaimed series, 30 Adoption Portraits in 30 Days.  Designed to give a voice to the many different perspectives of adoption, this series will feature guest posts by people with widely varying experiences.  I Saw My First Name... Read more »
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You Are Ready To Find Her

You Are Ready To Find Her
In honor of November being National Adoption Awareness Month, Portrait of an Adoption is hosting the third annual acclaimed series, 30 Adoption Portraits in 30 Days.  Designed to give a voice to the many different perspectives of adoption, this series will feature guest posts by people with widely varying experiences.  You Are Ready To Find... Read more »

Adoption Retrospective: Witnessing Another Mother Give Birth to Our Daughter

It has been ten years since we began our adoption journey.  In honor of the passing of time, I am publishing one post each month in 2013 that reflects on our lives in 2003 September 2003: Part One There is a festive atmosphere in M’s room as the night unfolds.  Her cousins and aunts show... Read more »

Adoption Retrospective: Aren't You Worried That Birthmother Is Smoking During Pregnancy?

It has been ten years since we began our adoption journey.  In honor of the passing of time, I will be publishing one post each month in 2013 that reflects on our lives in 2003 August 2003 We take several weekend trips to M’s town to spend time with her and make preparations for the... Read more »
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After Many False Starts, We Finally Meet Our Birthmother!

After Many False Starts, We Finally Meet Our Birthmother!
It has been ten years since we began our adoption journey.  In honor of the passing of time, I will be publishing one post each month in 2013 that reflects on our lives in 2003. July 2003: It is a Thursday night, which means my best friend Debby is hanging out with me at our... Read more »

The Antidote for Helicopter Parents? Sending Your 9-Yr-Old Away to Camp

The Antidote for Helicopter Parents? Sending Your 9-Yr-Old Away to Camp
I don’t think of myself as a helicopter mom.  Or at least, I didn’t until today.  And I guess the diagnosis is coming at the right time, because I’ve found the antidote to helicoptering. It’s called sleep-away camp. Yes, I just left my 9-yr-old at camp for a month.  And every hour that we drive... Read more »

Adoption Retrospective Ten Years Later: The Dream Birthmother

It has been ten years since we began our adoption journey.  In honor of the passing of time, I will be publishing one post each month in 2013 that reflects on our lives in 2003. June 2003 It is June 1st.  A quiet night.  I am in the kitchen when the baby cell phone rings.... Read more »
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Think “Nature vs. Nurture” no more. Marvel at the mix.

Think “Nature vs. Nurture” no more. Marvel at the mix.
This is a guest post by Jody Cantrell Dyer, author of The Eye of Adoption: The True Story of My Turbulent Wait for a Baby When my son Houston was four years old, he begged, “Mama, will you please “verse” me in ping-pong?” Since infancy, Houston had tucked himself right next to his daddy to... Read more »