Adoption of Hope

Here's Some Pink Eye

My husband, Sean, and I always dreamed of having kids. When we married in 2004, like any fresh-faced couple we planned out our future—we were going to make babies and start a family. Finding out the traditional path to parenting was not possible caused intense anguish. But because the desire for children still beat in our hearts, we started looking into other possibilities. Thus, began a twelve-year journey from Alaska through the Midwest to finally land at the bottom of Texas. On the way, we survived the pain of fertility treatments, explored the unpredictability of private and international adoptions, and when one door after another (mind-blowingly!) closed turned to foster care.

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Princess Tea Party

Because of the relationship with her bio mother I have struggled to bond with A. We have moments where it goes well and we’re really getting along. But then there are some days…our arguments sound more like I’m fighting with a teenager instead of a 4-year-old. Ages 0-3 laid the foundation for the dynamic in which she knew, KNEW for certain, her bio dad loved her, and her mom didn’t. (Abusive, yet he was kind; she mistook his attention for love. There was abuse from her bio mom with no love at all. Sadly, the opposite was true for her brother.) We’re teaching both kids love is safe and doesn’t injure. Sean and I do not want these dynamics from repeating in our household, yet the kids operate under the impression Sean and I are the same as their bio parents. They continue their part in the cycle of abuse because that’s what they’ve always known.

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