One of my sharpest memories of motherhood and adoption was the day I realized we were “those people.” I have so many memories of being a mom. I kind of want to call them momaries but that sounds like mammaries and this isn’t a post about boobs. And why do we always have to feel…
For you new linker-uppers: I’m excited you’re here. If you’ve come here to linkup your #AdoptionTalk post, you’ll add your link to the very end of this post…reads, comments and shares while you’re here are super awesome and I can’t wait to visit you, too! I am really excited to be going in to…
I love this time of year. I love the decorations and the lights…mostly because I’m not the designated light putter upper in our family. I love the way our street comes alive with twinkly colors at dusk, accompanied by inflatable snowmen and giant nativity scenes. I love the yards with the baby Jesus nestled right…
It is not lost on me that National Adoption month occurs in a month we set aside for thankfulness. Sometimes, I look at my life…I watch my kids playing together fighting over stuff and things just seem so…surreal. I usually hate it when people describe situations as surreal because I’m never sure what exactly they’re…
November is National Adoption Month. You may see stuff in your Facebook feed about being “chosen” and “born in my heart, not under it.” Those are wonderful sentiments. This isn’t an article about wonderful sentiments, so hold on, okay? What not to say to adoptive families My sons did not enter this world via my…
Have you ever heard someone say they’re colorblind? I’m not talking about the inability to distinguish between red and green, I’m talking about the people who claim they don’t notice racial or ethnic differences. I beg to differ. My husband, my daughter and I are white, and my two boys are Chinese. Our family was…
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” This quote from Romeo and Juliet pops into my head every time I get drawn into a discussion on names. What the hell does that even mean? I guess this is probably the time where I admit…
“Be careful how you phrase that question about egg rolls,” a comment from someone near and dear might go. “Jill’s sensitive about Chinese stuff.” adoption My two boys are adopted from China. My nearest and dearest have commented on my “adoption sensitivity” a time or 700 over the past few years. But I don’t think…
I don’t know my son’s birthday. He has an official birth date of record. Someday he will go to the DMV to apply for a driver’s license and there is a date he will put down. It’s probably pretty close to the actual day he was born but that piece of the puzzle, that nugget…
I’ve been on what I like to call the adoption crazy train since 2011, when we first decided to adopt our son Zack from China. For those of you who are new here, welcome, and I’ll take a second to catch you up. We adopted our son Zack in 2012 after our daughter Laura was…
