Yes, solo parenting is hard work. But the freedom is good, too.
“Ready-to-Parent”
The “Daddy Moment” hits in the middle of the baby emporium.
“A Quilt for my Daughter”
By contributing squares filled with a prayer, blessing, hope, or dream, my friends and family became part of our adoption.
“First Paperwork, Then Spring Rolls”
Food has always drawn my family together. While I wait for my daughter, I’ll begin reaching out to her in the best way I know — through cooking.
“Raising Our Daughters, Special Needs and All”
They’ll each face different issues in their lives. But my daughters will get through them together, as real sisters.
“Writing Through the Wait”
On the long journey to adoption, a journal can record the milestones and detours, as well as your first rush of love for your child.
“Mr. Mom, for Now”
A temporary stay-at-home dad muses on the finer points of baby care.
“Adopting a Baby Sister”
Our preteen biological daughter felt some jealousy of the baby we adopted internationally, but, for the most part, we’ve all settled into our new roles.
“Someone Who Shares My Joy”
Our open adoption allows us to share the love we have for our daughter with her birth parents.
“We Got the Best One!”
Sometimes, bonds in adoption form so instantly, so mysteriously, you just wonder how you ever got this lucky…
“Right At Home”
Heritage trips help children discover their past — and influence who they become. Here, one adoptee describes his journey back to his birth country of Colombia.
“All’s Fair in Love & Waahh!”
We had our fair share of disagreements over adopting for the first time. Now that we’re moving forward to a second adoption, not much has changed.
“Don’t Hold Back”
Why should we miss out on the breath-holding, tiny-onesie-admiring, pink-and-blue joy of anticipating parenthood?
“The Open Door”
My new child opened up my apartment — and my world — to a new group of friends.
“Tripped Up During the Adoption Process By…My Fingerprints?”
As we marched through the approval process, my nerve was steady, my spirits high. But my fingertips failed me.
“Bonding with My Daughter Through Song”
When I vowed that my child would get as many bedtime songs as she wanted, I hadn’t counted on this particular child’s determination.
“Am I Really Pretty?”
In asking that question, was our teenage daughter really asking, Who am I? What am I becoming? How am I different from others?
“In My Daughter’s Room”
The wait seemed endless. To fill the days — and focus my hopes — I painted, sanded, stenciled, and gradually gave shape to our baby’s place in our home.
”Attached at the Hip“
Learning to love my “barnacle” baby wasn’t easy.
“Guarding Tess” — A Father’s Story
I learned that the ultimate gift of love comes not from the receiver, but from the giver.