Sometimes, while in the middle of sharing giddiness with another mother, they would suddenly understand our adoption story was about a healthy white baby, and the giddiness would go away.
Sometimes her birthmother and I have really sweet moments and sometimes I’m scared to death, not knowing how we’re going to navigate an issue.
This is the first post in a series on open adoption. Recently when my daughter’s birthmother, via email, asked me to call her immediately because she had something important to tell me, my heart dropped into my stomach and I broke out in a cold sweat. We adopted my daughter almost six years ago, with the help of an adoption… View Post
“There are many valid fears and concerns, but God knew about them when he called us to care for orphans. He still called us.”