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August 2016

Strengthening Bonds Between Birth and Adoptive Families

The bond between parents and children is an interesting dynamic.  It’s really the only relationship where it’s encouraged and taught to grow apart instead of growing together.  You start off completely dependent on one another and then the relationship is considered a success if the child grows up to be independent and not relying on his/her parents for everything in life.

Of course the relationship and the love is always there, and that grows and strengthens as the child grows up, but what about when there are multiple families involved?  And a “different than the norm” story to go along with your birth?  In my latest adoption.com article I address what’s most important when strengthening bonds in birth and adoptive families.  Please check out the link below.

https://adoption.com/finding-balance-while-strengthening-bonds-in-both-adoptive-and-birth-families

 

Confessions of a Pregnant Teacher on the Night Before the First Day of School

Well, it’s come again – the beginning of the school year.  I enjoy beginnings, especially the beginning of the school year.  There’s a certain energy when I see all of the kids, tan and smiling, coming in telling me about their summers, so excited to find out who their teacher is and who is in their classroom.  The newness is palpable and the entire school seems to be buzzing with anticipation.  Kids are excited, teachers are excited, parents are excited.  It’s a good time in a school.

And yet there are other emotions besides excitement – anxiety, fear, worry, stress, sadness…  Beginnings are exciting, but they can be scary as well.  For me, I’m a ball of stress wrapped up in a blanket of anxiety, with a pinch of excitement sprinkled in there for those with a refined enough palate to detect it. Continue reading “Confessions of a Pregnant Teacher on the Night Before the First Day of School”

Due Date

Yesterday was my due date for the baby I miscarried.  Yesterday I could’ve been in the hospital holding a screaming baby in my arms, and today Vincent and Z could be meeting their newest brother or sister.  But I didn’t feel sad, and I don’t feel sad.  I didn’t feel much of anything except an acknowledgement of the day, and I continued on with my life. Continue reading “Due Date”

And She Loved A Little Baby…

To piggyback off of my most recent post, the fact that pregnancy is so flipping hard makes me even more convinced that birth moms are some extra type of special, amazing human beings. I’ve never hid my feelings that I think birth parents are the most selfless people, thinking for the betterment of their child rather than themselves, but being pregnant gives me a whole new perspective onto this choice. Continue reading “And She Loved A Little Baby…”

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