Tag: Adoption

"I’ve heard it. You’ve heard it. Maybe you’ve said it. You know someone. I know someone. Maybe you know 10 someones. And yet saying it is seriously not cool."

"Imagine my surprise to see a white child sitting at the table! This was the first white child I'd ever interacted with..."

“I was shocked to see an infant's head sticking out of a red polybag in a garbage vat among the bushes.”

"We are white, we are straight, we are married, we’re pastors, we’re upper-middle class, so we just had the luxury of not having to care."

"We carried babies we didn’t raise. We live with heartache and joy. We stand, misunderstood by many."

I was ruining all of the important relationships in my life because I DIDN’T CARE. I didn’t care about anything. I felt like a hollow shell. I was spiraling out of control. I snapped at everyone for everything and I couldn’t make it stop.

Sometimes I would just sit on our bed, knees up to my chest, and stare out the window, wondering what in the world just happened to us. We had five teens and two nine-year-olds in the house. And I homeschool. If we had marriage issues, it didn’t really matter because we were simply in survival mode and I had no room to even freak out.

Somewhere out there is a boy, who sees all of the babies getting adopted, getting a chance to have a forever family, and he’s saying, “What about me?” He deserves a family too.