the right to hold you
In 2015, our family welcomed our third child to the chaos through the emotional and complex reality of adoption. Our son was almost three when he became part of our family, and I blogged about the experience for a little over a year. This section of my website contains the archives of that blog, which I called “the right to hold you.” If I wrote about adoption today, my words probably wouldn’t mirror what I wrote in 2014/15, but I’ve left them as originally authored for authenticity. Our little guy has been with us for over 6 years, and if I write about him today, it’s likely to be in the context of parenting a child with disabilities.
Psalm One Million and One
I think that’s why I love the Psalms so much. You get real, raw emotion – both glorious highs and desperate lows -- that mirror the human condition, which is anything but one note. You read about the psalmists' joys and victories, but you also feel the agony of his disillusionment and defeat. And that's okay.
FAQs: The Head
We are scared. We don’t have any first-hand experience with special needs, and I’m not sure what we are capable of handling. But I’ll tell ya what – my heart is being changed and stretched and molded by the minute. Every second of this process is growing me, and I am WAY less scared of that aspect than before.
FAQs: The Heart
it implies, however subtly, that someone else might be thinking more clearly about my childrens’ best interest than I am. Or that maybe I'm not thinking about my children at all. I know (I know, I know, I know!) that this isn’t usually the intent or the heart behind the question. But it still feels a little judgmental, like somehow I’m sacrificing one for the sake of another.