It was odd, to say the least, sitting in a hotel’s restaurant on my first Mother’s Day, trying to communicate with my newly adopted three-year-old. (The pictures prove, however, that she definitely enjoyed what might have been her first ice cream cone.)
Dads for a Decade
I was a single, gay dad when I adopted my daughter a few days after her birth. On our first Father’s Day, when she was almost one year old, I took her to her favorite park with a man I’d been dating for several months.
This year, my partner and I will be celebrating our tenth Father’s Day together. Doing something special outdoors has become our family’s tradition.
Christmas in May?
I woke up to a view of snow-covered mountains after having barely slept from all the excitement — it felt more like Christmas! My husband and I were in Russia, north of the Arctic Circle, and we spent the day visiting our soon-to-be daughter, Karina. My husband had bought a Mother’s Day card in the U.S. and had Karina “deliver” it to me as she crawled around the visitation room. It was a truly amazing day.
An Angelic Tradition
Our kids (biological siblings from Russia) hadn’t known each other until we adopted them. On our first Mother’s Day together, we lit an angel-shaped candle and told them that an angel led us to them. We plan to light a candle for their birth parents every year on this day to remind us of their beginnings.
My husband, Scott, celebrated his first Father’s Day rocking our four-day-old daughter as she cried during our entire first night together. She was born in Las Vegas, so “up all night, sleep all day” seemed appropriate.
—Elaine M. Lane
A Mother-Son Day
My husband was called away to a conference at the last minute. I barely stirred as he left for the airport at 6 a.m., but woke to find a beautiful card on my bedside table. My son and I spent a relaxed day doing things three-year-old boys enjoy, including a celebratory fast-food dinner. Not what I would have chosen, perhaps, but a pretty neat Mother’s Day.