You say “Gotcha” and my mind races back to those days….with no regard to what it might be like, was like, is like. There is no room in the word “gotcha” for me. And while I can understand the feelings of joy my son’s parents had…heck, I comforted myself with the fantasy of what it was like for them..to balance it out, to give the pain some meaning, some purpose besides myself…I like to think that they did think of me..wondered too..if I was sad and feeling alone, empty. Like I thought of them..full of joy..loving my child

Adoption opens up some very strange conversations, with some theoretically-well intentioned strangers and even family members.  But, often no matter how innocent the questions or comments may be, they can sting hard and for a …

While their intentions are noble, are adoptive parents actually creating more issues for their children as they grow older? Are they focusing too much on how their children came to them? On how they became a family? By celebrating such a day, are they themselves making adoption an issue for their child?