One of my favorite pictures of my son is a photo my husband took just moments after our representative found him on the playground of the orphanage. He is wearing all pink so it took …

This is a group post from Grown in My Heart Writers, something we have never done before but given the topic we decided we needed to.
Marcie says:
We’ve written about dissolution and disruption before because it …

I often forget we work at an orphanage.

Two steps and a knock from my front door, and I’m in an orphanage. We don’t call it an orphanage, but a rose by any other name is still a rose. No matter what we call it, Mommy and Daddy don’t come home at night.

I have to admit that this is my absolute favorite adoption book on the market. Borya and the Burps: An Eastern European Adoption Story could have been drawn from pictures of the three of us …

Since adopting AJ we have been dealing with symptoms of Institutional Autism, something that the Autism community thinks is a quack theory but an illness and diagnosis that we know to be very real.
We know …

I’m not sure if that’s my personal hell or not. But it’s something very much like that. You’ll have to make up your own. How does that relate to adoption, you’ll have to tell me.

Babies from birth to six months in Chinese Social Welfare Institutes (SWIs) typically solely eat Chinese baby formula which has high sugar levels and therefore tastes sweeter than American formula. Unfortunately, it contains little protein and lower calories than American formula. In some SWIs, babies receive only formula until about eight months of age.

So when a child in this unspeakably vulnerable position is asked to perform a series of tasks to the satisfaction of these potential parents, how can they possibly not know they are being judged? And worse, that the most vital and basic of all human needs, a family, is what’s at stake? And if this child, already left parentless and struggling to survive in conditions that would bring most of us to our knees, fails to perform up to par?

Republished by Blog Post PromoterThe first time I saw this I was so saddened that it was all I thought about all day. The images flooded my mind when I lay my head down …