As she prepares for the adoption of her third child, the author knows it is not just she who must be ready, but also the 9-year-old girl she’s fallen in love with.
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.
Yes, solo parenting is hard work. But the freedom is good, too.
By contributing squares filled with a prayer, blessing, hope, or dream, my friends and family became part of our adoption.
As we marched through the approval process, my nerve was steady, my spirits high. But my fingertips failed me.
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.
Our open adoption allows us to share the love we have for our daughter with her birth parents.
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.
A mother weaves a strand between her child's Guatemalan heritage and her Arab ethnicity.