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
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
Three. Five. Eight. Those are the ages of three of Jacob Blake’s sons. Those are nearly the ages of my three daughters. Jacob Blake’s sons are my sons. They are my daughters’ siblings. They are our children. Jacob Blake’s three sons witnessed their father being shot as he attempted get into the family SUV. The
Tears were streaming down my face at 5:30am this morning. The sky, still black, seemed appropriate as I began to grieve the loss of life of two protesters in Kenosha, Wisconsin. I shouldn’t have been shocked but I was as I read that two protesters, who were seeking justice for Jacob Blake, were gunned down
“Was he white?” This was one of many questions B asked me on her first trip to Ferguson. Today was the first time she learned that Mommy has taken to the streets a few times over the past six years to protest unjust laws, killings, racism, and white supremacy. Today marks the sixth year since
5 black women – you need to know – who are making history now. There’s so much when it comes to black history. There is joy and resilience and love. Black history celebrates the past while also inspiring the future. And yet, we so often only focus on black history one month of the year.
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.
February 2, 2020: Day 1,000 as a family of five. 1,000 days. 142 weeks. 32 months. Nearly 3 years. 1,000 days of childhood and parenthood. 1,000 days of lessons learned. 1,000 days of eye rolls. 1,000 days of coffee. 1,000 days of tears. 1,000 days of laughter. Time has flown by and yet, it seems
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” – Martin Luther King Jr. It was our first date. Chris and I drove around Nashville trying to figure out what we were going to do. We began by eating dinner at Subway and then made our way to a bowling alley, night court and eventually ended
“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” – Dolly Parton I’m ready for more. Now that 2019 is gone, I’m ready to look forward. And I’m ready to finally embrace this whole motherhood thing. To be honest with you, only in the past couple months