1.) My emotional vomit last week was due to the impending arrival of my, you know, that lovely monthly visitor you want to punch in the face. I’m still not used to dealing with getting it. I was free for two lovely, priceless years. But, NOW I understand why I had my panties in a
You Always Get The Kids You Are Meant To Have
I recently read a blog post asking for personal experience regarding adopting a child after having a biological child. Far be it from me to hold back my experience and opinion. I had my son at nineteen. I was a young, single parent. Years later, I got into a heated argument with someone when I
Adoption Does Not Make A Difference, Attachment Does
My love for Em is different. It has always been different and for a long time, I blamed adoption. I doubted anyone could ever love an adopted child in the same manner they loved a biological child. I felt adoption was a consolation prize. “Sorry you can’t procreate a child of your own, here’s your
Mothering Guilt, In The Raw
They say karma, good or bad, is returned to you, threefold. There is nothing in this world that could hurt me more than to inflict my child with ill health, harm or unhappiness. Call it good old Catholic guilt, karma or the residual effects of my tumultuous past; I feel like the Very Scary Something
