I remember the first time I was able to connect to Tsega, my three-year-old's "story." I was sitting on the couch, talking to one of his therapists about his challenges, my concerns for him, what I believed about his trauma and the effects of it on his life and brain and future. And I broke down into an ugly cry. As I spoke the words aloud and shared the details of his life it hit me: The depth and scope of what my son experienced. And I wanted to take it all away. It was horrible, unfair, stupid. I was angry at the people in his life that allowed it. Most kids at age three are learning colors and how to sort shapes and how to share toys. He has bigger fish to fry and sometimes it feels like the fish are trying to eat him....more
My husband and I adopted our daughter a little over two years ago. She came to us at age nine. She was abused, neglected, homeless and abandoned during her first four years with her biological family. Then she bounced around foster care for the next five years. She had a dozen sets of “Mom and Dad” before us. We reassure her all the time that we are her Last Mom and Last Dad. ...more
It seems much longer than five years, and in some ways like only yesterday, that we brought home our little girl. She was 8 years old and was ready for a forever home. Our process to bring her home was akin to riding a roller coaster while being shot at with a machine gun....more
In May of 2009, I recieved a call that would change my life forever. It was the call that my social worker had found a child that matched our family profile. It was the call that led to the adoption of my daughter, Elizabeth. I will never forget that day. I was at my son's karate lesson when I got "the call".
Yesterday I got another call. This time our social worker was calling to tell us she had matched another child to our family profile. We go early next week to a full disclosure meeting....more