We like to joke that eighteen years ago our fostering and adopting journey began with one carry out and one delivery daughter. Prayer and Patience Our adoption story started with…
We like to joke that eighteen years ago our fostering and adopting journey began with one carry out and one delivery daughter. Prayer and Patience Our adoption story started with…
I’ll never forget the day those big brown eyes stared at me. Those tiny fingers and toes that fit perfectly on his three pound yellow body that was swaddled in…
Three and a half years ago we received a phone call and eight days later I sat in a hospital room rocking my new seven pound three ounce son. We…
The second the words left my mouth, I knew I blew it. I had been working so hard to build trust with this little boy who had his heart broken…
About 8 years ago, the adoption discussion began in our home. We collected information, went to information meetings and gathered information from people about their adoption experiences – information overload. …
by Christie Erwin November is National Adoption Month and the second Sunday in November is Orphan Sunday. On one hand, I love this month because it is a time to…
Last night my two-year-old, Alyssa, drew a picture of a house, and it made me think about how different this house—our house—would be without this girl. Without her giggles, without…
I’ve been a mom for 23 years, and for the first five of those years I had moments when I struggled to control my anger. While I was growing up,…
Three moms in the first four years of life would confuse any child. So there is little wonder that my son has a hard time understanding love—trust is an intricate…
A few years ago I had an interesting conversation with my youngest daughter. It truly isn’t unusual for us to have these scratch your head kind of conversations. She is…