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  • A Letter to My Year-Ago Self

    I wrote this letter at the end of 2018, as I reflected on how far we'd come in a year. I'm sharing it again, as we are knee-deep in the adoption journey once more and battling the very same fears of the unknowns and knowns.

     

  • Helpless, But Hopeful

    It felt like deja vu. 

    Same store.

    Same box.

    Same boy toys.

  • Invisible Stretch Marks

    "Mom, come play with me!" I heard a little voice plead from the backyard.

    "Sorry, honey, I can't. I'm busy," I responded. Again.

     

    Some days, that's all I feel like I say. Busy with adoption paperwork. Busy with grant applications. Busy with business work. Busy with working to make extra money. Oh, and then there's cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, and the list of endless chores a mother juggles every day. 

    The adoption process is hard and it takes tolls on your body, just like pregnancy. But the difference is the tolls are invisible. You can't look at a woman and say, "Wow, you really look like you're adopting!" Or "Adoption looks good on you!" (But I'm actually glad no one comments on my appearance these days, because if they were honest, they would probably say, "Wow, you really look tired!" Or "Adoption makes you look exhausted!")