Holidays (particularly Christmas) can be some of the most difficult days during the “paper pregnancy” or waiting stage of Christmas, You hope…you pray…you wait for a miracle. Songs of kids waiting for a home for Christmas (as beautiful as the songs are) often bring tears to the eyes of the parents waiting.
A friend of mine faced a failed adoption. She had not only seen pictures of her child, but she had held her in her arms, smelled her, cuddled her, rocked her. What she experienced emotionally could easily be compared to the grief faced in a mid-to-late term miscarriage. Recently, my newest grandson was born at 20 weeks, lived 34 minutes, then died. I understand grief and loss.
On days and weeks when the waiting seems unbearable, times when adoption seems like an unreachable obsession, on rainy days and Mondays — some real things you can do to find the hope and strength to hang on.
There are some things that an adopted child goes through at some point of the journey regardless of the adoption age. Dealing with a child’s grief and loss. “He held her tightly against himself . . . with her flailing and screaming. Any child would have …
You want a child and don’t have one yet. Another friend invites you to a baby shower. You struggle emotionally and can’t seem to feel happy for her. Is it okay to feel angry?
Prepare Emotionally to Parent an Adopted Child. Using Lesli Johnson’s list of 10 things adoptees want you to know, here are a few things I learned and shared in my book Nine Year Pregnancy: Adoptees want…
I participated this year in the Adoption Blogger Interview Project. This year over 100 bloggers were matched up to interview each other about adoption. I interviewed Erin of the blog Connected Through Love.
“And I too weak to grasp Your hand…” What do you do when you can’t hang on? When grief is too much?
During our decade-long journey to adopting our daughter, there were many heartaches, disappointments, valleys, questions. At the darkest times, I poured out my honest thoughts before the Lord. Comfort often came in unexpected ways, ”’
“A dream lost is to die a little…”