I’m proposing something that may seem radical here: the women who approach adoption determined to make the right choices for their child are the SAME women who would be determined to make the right choices while parenting said child; in most cases if they had just a little support and encouragement.

I used to be someone who silently judged moms who parented in strange ways. I watched neighbors and family members do things with their children that I swore I would never, ever do. I would …

Yesterday, as I dragged my now five-and-a-half-year-old Tongginator into a local coffee shop, a man surprised me from behind, asking quite bluntly, “Where is she from?” I turned and looked at him for a minute with a raised eyebrow before sharing the name of our town, then adding, “but she was born in China” so that I could avoid the dreaded “But where is she really from?”

Adoptive parents are a diverse crowd, and our children are just as diverse, so I don’t know that it’s completely fair to create a list of specific dos and don’ts and say “THIS is what love in adoption MUST look like.” But… but… some overall concepts are universally true. While we may not agree on every single detail, and I may not be right on every single point, I do believe that sharing my list – the things that God has placed on my heart – will help you think more about God’s Truth when it comes to your own call to adopt.

I have been made aware – numerous time lately – that I baby my children.  This comes a complete shock to me because I feel like a very ‘independence’ preaching mom.  I always knew that …

The world in general, it seems, thinks it is within the bounds of acceptability to challenge our parenting skills when enlightened to the fact that we grow babies for other people, then give them away.

So, this is why I have no friends, eh? Either that or they are intimidated by my beauty and since I have gained 15 pounds and developed a mustache of freckles I don’t think that is the case.
With a special needs son this is going to be a problem for a long time. But how do I solve it?

And what she’s learned these past five years as my daughter is that I pretty much drop everything to talk with her when she brings up the topic of adoption. When she says “I miss my Abu (her name for her foster mother),” I stop what I am doing, get down at her eye level, offer a hug and wait. I make no apologies for this… it’s what she needs. Except when she doesn’t.

Recently I had the opportunity to speak with Robert L. Ballard about the book Pieces Of Me; Who Do I Want To Be? (which will be known as POM from here on out, for obvious …

It’s been a tough ride around here lately…but something changed.  I think it’s me and I wonder why I couldn’t have done it a long time ago.  RAD isn’t funny.  I know that…but humor and …