We were talking to a friend not long after our son was born at 28 weeks. They’d also just had a baby and were saying the age-old line: We’re just glad she’s healthy. Which of course – that makes sense. It’s something to celebrate. And it’s rote at this point. A set answer – “I don’t care if it’s a… Read more →
This is the first infertility awareness week since I have experienced pregnancy and having a biological child. It took us five years to get here, and during this time we’ve dealt with our fair share of people who were unknowingly insensitive. From being told “oh [friend’s name] is pregnant, you should get pregnant and have a baby at the same… Read more →
I wrote this four years ago, already over a year into this process. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever share it. I’d go back and forth, hoping it might be helpful for someone and worried that people would think adoption was a second choice, when it’s always been our plan even before we knew what a struggle getting pregnant would… Read more →
Easter Monday is always hard. Us pastor folk like to joke about a post- Holy Week hangover. There have been so many hours and so much thought and prayer put into the week that when it’s all over it can be kind of deflating. Normally my family goes camping after Easter as a way to breathe out and celebrate, but… Read more →
As a pastor, former foster parent, and adoptive parent, people say to me all the time, “You must have so many stories. You could write a book some day.” Which is true, I have a lot of stories, the thing is, only a few of them are fully mine to share. I’ve had so many thoughts in my head about… Read more →
It has been exactly a year since our foster daughter (affectionately known as Bean or Little Bean) left our care. It feels like forever and just a few weeks all at once. The last time I blogged was a little after she left. In the year in between I’ve had so much to say, but so much of it wasn’t… Read more →
Bean has been gone 15 days, and we are still unraveling. We are unraveling grief in layers. The hat found in the jacket pocket. The nursery door closed. The cry you think you hear at night. The last time we were here was with her. We are unraveling our lives. Living for just two again is easy and yet… Read more →
So last year my word was cultivate. I went back and read my blog post about it, and I laughed because even then I wanted my word to be flourish or growth. Oh if only I had known. I picked cultivate really as a pushy word. I mean that I was trying to trick my life into getting to growth… Read more →
In February my husband and I began the process of classes and trainings to be foster parents. We’re almost to the end now, hoping that our approval will be coming through any day now or maybe any week now, there’s no way to know for sure. I meant to write about it after we told people, but I’ve still… Read more →
This morning I opened up Facebook to another one of those videos. You know the one where it’s a middle aged person complaining about/ telling everyone that they’ve figured out Millennials. We’re the generation that got participation trophies, spends too much time on our phones, and can’t commit. Maybe you’ve read one of the top 12 lists for why Millennials… Read more →