For the last three days I keep going back to a post on AFC but couldn’t find the words, so I’m bringing it here to talk about. It’s a post by a Former Foster Youth (FFY) that is in no way problematic and, was meant to help foster parents and foster adoptive parents understand what may be in the child’s mind. Read the rest of this entry »
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The other day an Adoptive Parent left a comment on a post detailing that I had enormous problems bonding with my adoptive parents and how I demonize adoption as the source of all my pain and woes. Say what? Funny thing happened though, it didn’t upset me like it would have in the past, whether that’s because it’s become old hat, or because I’ve come to the conclusion that most folks can’t separate “adoption” from “being adopted” from “family” from “feelings” and get upset that I don’t use “disclaimers”, which I believe may have been part of the reason the comment was left. Read the rest of this entry »
This post is by Tiffany one of my friends I met on an adoption forum years ago. She’s fierce about what’s right, what’s wrong, she’s also an adoptive mom. A while ago, I asked her to write a post that might help others understand the complexity and challenges of adoption. She said she’d tell her story and see if that helped. This is a long-read so grab a beverage before digging in. This is a must read. Thank you my friend.
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Sometimes adoption conversations about language makes your head spin, they seldom turn out well, sometimes though, they defy logic. A discussion ensues with many adoptive parents weighing in on the term adopter, some incredibly valid reasons, some with very personal feelings and experiences, some are okay with it, some have some out-there reasoning’s too. Read the rest of this entry »
We didn’t do Mother’s Day per se, at least not like it’s done today. We’d say Happy Mother’s Day at the breakfast table while eating the breakfast mom cooked. All Sunday breakfasts were special, we weren’t having oatmeal (or ‘mush’) and fruit for starters, like we had weekday mornings, and it was better than Saturday when we’d get non-sweetened cold cereal (that we saw as a weekly treat) and fruit. Sunday’s, we’d have either pancakes or waffles (sometimes with hot blueberry sauce for syrup), or eggs and toast and fruit, sometimes even hot fruit on toast (you probably have no idea what that is, or how yummy that was). Read the rest of this entry »
Where to start…this isn’t a feel good post, this is an angry post – don’t click the ‘see more’ expecting anything different…
This article was posted on an adoption agency facebook page. I commented a week ago asking whether they’d read it before they shared, and how much incorrect information was in it. They haven’t responded, or removed the post, hence this post. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve posted The Danger Of A Single Story by Chimanda Ngozi Adichie every year in November since I first posted it in 2010. Listening to her talk never gets old, rather, it seems, I get something new from it every time. Perhaps why it stays relevant is that it applies to so many different areas in life for different people. Perhaps, because it’s filled with wisdom that always has value, adds value every time you hear it.
Why is it such a shock that a mother (and father) who chose adoption would grieve for what they lost? I see posts about the birthmother is grieving, and the one I just read – not grieving appropriately, as if, for your comfort, she needs to grieve in a defined way, in a defined linear line, oh, and it can’t make you uncomfortable. Read the rest of this entry »
We’ve all seen the questions posed that way by prospective and adoptive parents. The intent is so this generation of adoptees grow up with mindful parents… Read the rest of this entry »
I see both prospective and adoptive parents post asking for advice on how to deal with something related to their adoption, or about adoption. This post is only for some of those posters, if you don’t recognise yourself, it’s not about you.
I just read this post The Most Powerful Thing You Can Say to Another Mom and while reading it, all I could think of was how mom reacted each time she thought about any of our mothers loosing us. Her face crumbled in anguish and tears would stream down at just the thought of what our mothers went through. So many years later, that is her same reaction.
Yes, mom is a mom…
Have a safe weekend…