I can’t let National Adoption Month pass without comment. I have both kinds of kids, adopted and biological. Please don’t ask me who the “real” child is. They are all very real to me. Plus, the real vs. adopted ...
When my kids were little and I found myself whining about how hard it was to manage four little ones, wiser, older women would tell me, “Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems.” I couldn’t imagine mothering being even more difficult ...
Mothering several small children at the same time was, for me, often mind numbing. My days swung between off-the-meter stress and irritation, to brain deadening sameness and daily-ness. I love my children completely. I love being a mother. In the ...
I never thought I would be a mother. I watched my own troubled mother struggle through her life. She died when I was 19. My dad had died the year before. Hers was not an easy life. She struggled with depression and numerous health issues. As the ...
Incredible joy. Unspeakable pain. This has been my parenting journey. I have traveled from the heartbreak of infertility to the miracle of answered prayers – from the birth of new life to the death of dreams. My only regret: I wish I ...
