This wild political season has put transracial adoption in the news thanks to Amy Coney Barrett’s confirmation hearings. No, this isn’t a post on what I think of Amy Coney Barrett. Yes, this is a post on being a white mother to black children. As a white mother to black children, the world often views
The very first day that the girls came home with us, I posted this on Facebook: After our first day of officially being a family of 5: Chris: I am exhausted. Me: What did you expect having 3 kids to be like? Chris: I thought the baby would sleep and the two year-old would listen.
Today is a very special day in the Willard House. On this day two and half years ago, Chris and I entered a courtroom and took the stand for the first time in our lives. But we were very happy to go to court that day. It was just one of many steps in the
Did you know that November is National Adoption Awareness Month? Neither did I. Does it make me a bad mother for not knowing this until a few days ago? Maybe. Or maybe it just means that there are so many national awareness months to celebrate, that I can’t possibly keep track of them all. But
The first weekend being parents for Chris and me was chaotic, exciting, loving, and exhausting. Even though we now had a minivan, beds, clothes and food for the girls, we still had to put the rest of the house in order. But as Chris always said growing up, “Where there’s a Willard, there’s a way!”
Oh, goodness. As I reflect on the first day of becoming a parent, tears come to my eyes. And at the same time, I’m laughing at myself because I can very vividly recall the first day like it was yesterday. Before bringing the girls home, the adoption agency prepared us as much as they possibly
(Quote by John Lennon) Two years ago, life forever changed for my husband, Chris, and I. We were in our early 30’s and finally getting serious about THE TALK. You know, when you get to the age that everyone and their sister expects you to have kids. And when you honestly respond that you aren’t