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It’s over…

It’s over, finally over, it’s also just beginning.  I wish them well.

Dad given custody of daughter secretly adopted 9 years ago

The post below was titled Father’s Day posted last June and delves into the back story with links…

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Posted by on May 4, 2017 in Adoption, adoptive parents

 

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From the archives 2013: Dad…

 

Dad is often in my mind and this week has been no different.  He didn’t suffer fools easily, had few words, but gave far more of himself to his family and community than he ever received in return.  Now days, I think of him often when I read about the grief of infertility and how it is hard to go to baby showers, and see others create families without any apparent struggle.

I think of the grace and strength that dad had every single day, because you see, he was the man who delivered babies, many babies, over many decades, some at home, some in hospital. 

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Posted by on April 7, 2017 in Adoption, adoptive parents, biological child

 

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Memories…

When I was two, I fell down the stairs and landed face down on the cement floor of the basement.  I lost a front tooth.  I screamed, cried, and carried on until dad picked me up and carried me back up stairs.  I have flash memories of falling down the stairs, hitting the floor, dad carrying me back up holding me on his left side.  What dad was wearing is also part of that memory. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 23, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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Dad

I’ve talked about dad often on the blog, and with today being Father’s Day, I tried to figure out what else I could say, that I haven’t already said.  I mulled on this most of yesterday, had some thoughts, tossed them, mulled some more, and this morning I’m still not sure so here’s some of those thoughts from yesterday. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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Father’s Day…

There’s a father whose been fighting for 8 years to parent his daughter.  He’s had to fight in both Utah and Colorado courts.  Can you imagine the heartache?  The devastation?  All the time lost?  Every first he will never witness?  The memories they should have made together?  The emotional toll?  And he’s still fighting.

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Posted by on June 18, 2016 in Adoption, adoptive parents

 

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Apparently, I wasn’t happy…

Although I haven’t shared my adoption story here, and likely won’t ever, I have shared parts in other places, and perhaps even here that I wasn’t happy when I came home.  The reality was that for months on end, I screamed unless I was sleeping, or being rocked which helped in the moment, but one other action made me calm…

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Posted by on September 12, 2015 in Adoption, adoptive parents

 

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Grandpa and Dad…

(not really adoption related)

Dad was a storyteller.  He loved telling stories about his relatives, his dad, other people, things that had happened that he found interesting.  All told with his slowly spoken words that highlighted his dry wit, they also included tiny little interesting tidbits woven in.  I never stopped and wondered where his gift of storytelling came from, until I began going through grandpa’s last journal, an odd collection of deep thoughts, ramblings, intermixed with stories of yesteryear, and poems, then it became obvious that dad got his gift of storytelling from his dad.

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Posted by on June 25, 2015 in Adoption

 

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Reflections…

This has no connection to adoption, except it’s about how I was raised – and Beth made me remember I had written this post…

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Posted by on January 29, 2015 in adoptive parents, Uncategorized

 

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A pair of stilts…

Lately, my thoughts keep returning to my memories about a pair of stilts I had as a child.  I don’t know how old I was when I received them, somewhere around middle childhood is my best guess.  I was raised in a fairly frugal home, I’m sure my tricycle was a hand-me-down, and I know my first bike definitely was, but I don’t remember caring it wasn’t new, I had a bike!

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Posted by on January 24, 2015 in Adoption, adoptive parents

 

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Rambling reflections, thoughts, questions, on being still…

By TAO

It was hot a few days ago, so I went out and refilled the bird bath with cold water mid afternoon, within a minute, a chickadee landed, took a sip then lifted her head high, and repeated that process multiple times while I watched her from the other side window.

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Posted by on August 6, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Dad…

By TAO

Dad is often in my mind and this week has been no different.  He didn’t suffer fools easily, had few words, but gave far more of himself to his family, and community, than he ever received in return.  Now days, I think of him often when I read about the grief of infertility, and, how it is hard to go to baby showers and see others create families without any apparent struggle. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2013 in Adoption, adoptive parents, biological child

 

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Informed consent and what society is condoning being done to Fathers in adoption…

By TAO

Many of you may wonder why I am so adamant that a father is just as important as the mother, and why I get so upset that a father faces laws that seem void of common sense, dignity, and fair play.  Why should I care so much when my father didn’t give a damn when I was born, and still to this day doesn’t give a damn.  I am in the enviable position to know for fact that he had a choice back then, despite the laws at the time that specifically excluded him from having any rights.  He made his choice both when I was born, and when I was an adult, whether or not to be part of my life. 

I am thankful that my story turned out that he had choices, even if the ending of our story isn’t what I would like it to have been.  My father had choices, and chose to ignore the fact that I existed, shouldn’t that make me care less about fathers?  So why do I care so much? Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2013 in Adoption, adoptive parents, biological child, Ethics

 

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