I’m going to say something that may be controversial these days: Feelings and experiences from everyone in the adoption triad matter. Adoptee voices should not be silenced. Birth family voices should not be silenced. And adoptive parents should not be silenced. Everyone in the triad should be able to express the love, heartache, and difficulty
August 18, 2014. I had gone to work that day as if it was any other day. But my plans that night looked different than a normal Monday evening. I had decided to go out to the streets of Ferguson, MO that evening. Five years ago, life forever changed for many people in St. Louis
Superstitions have never played a major role in my life or Chris’s life. Chris doesn’t have a pair of socks he wears every time the Cardinals play because he wore them one time the Cardinals won a World Series. I don’t throw salt over my shoulder after spilling it. And growing up, I had my
Sometimes kids surprise you, am I right? My three girls surprise me all the time. When BW wrote a poem about love, I was more than surprised. The surprise occurred the day before my parents came to visit us. My parents live a few hundred miles away. Although we do not see them as often
From day one, we have taught our girls that they need to be able to apologize and say, “I’m sorry”. We’ve taught them that if they hurt someone, even if it was an accident, that they need to apologize. I had no idea that as we was teaching this lesson to them, that they would
There’s no denying the fact that we’re a religious/spiritual/Christian family. Chris and I are both undergrad religion majors. And Chris had to two-up me by getting a Masters and Doctorate in Theology. Chris and I both serve in churches. We also live a life that (we hope) exemplifies Christ’s love for everyone. So of course,
Confession time. I’ve always thought that I was above my looks. I like my hair, but I don’t recall often saying that I love my hair. I thought it was because my looks just weren’t the most important thing to me. Sure, I wanted to look put together or, at the very least, kempt. But
If you grew up in church, you probably sang “Jesus Loves the Little Children” as a young child. I can recall singing it just about every Sunday as a little girl. As a child, it was not one of my favorite songs. But now as a mother to three black girls, I am in love
The first day as the Willard Family of Five was filled with many emotions. Chris, BW (then five years-old) and I were sitting on the back porch awaiting the arrival of MW (then two years-old) and SW (then 9 months-old). Even though that day was two years ago, I can still picture MW walking down
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!”
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