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When Love Pivots: Standing in the Grey
Who doesn’t love a good Friends reference? I can still hear Ross yelling “PIVOT!” at Rachel as they struggle to wedge the oversized couch up the narrow staircase. To nobody’s surprise except Ross’s, the couch doesn’t fit. The scene ends with Ross dragging a torn,...
The One Where Love Pivots
We know the root of adoption is love: a sacrificial and unconditional love uniquely demonstrated by both birth parents and adoptive parents, each with their own circumstances leading them to adoption as their chosen parenting plan. Two distinct roles of love displayed...
The One When Love Pivots: Navigating the Birth Mom Experience
No little girl grows up saying, “I want to be a birth mom one day.” No one imagines themselves sitting in a hospital room, facing one of the most difficult choices they may ever have to make: entrusting their child to another family through adoption. It is not a dream...
Perseverance Rooted in Love
When I think about perseverance, my mind goes straight to Paul’s words in 1 Corinthians 13:7: “Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” For many, these words are a reminder of what love should look like. For me, as an adoptee,...
When the Hard Work Begins After Placement
For many adoptive parents, the long road leading up to placement feels like the hardest part, until the day you finally hold your child in your arms. In that moment, all the waiting, paperwork, and uncertainty seem worth it. You imagine the hardest part is behind you....
THE ONE WHEN LOVE PERSEVERES
Why Not Me? Choosing Perseverance After Placement For birth mothers, placing a child for adoption is not a decision made lightly. It’s a choice forged in the crucible of desperation, heartbreak, and love all at once. To even consider adoption, a woman has to be in a...
Where There is Love, There is Protection
By the time I was adopted from Haiti at three years old, I was severely malnourished, fragile, and barely surviving. My birth family was living in abject poverty and made the impossible choice to place me for adoption. I’ve always been keenly aware of what my life...