“Writing finally began the journey of coming to terms with my identity issues and not letting it consume me.”
- Love What Matters
- Family
- Adoption/Foster Care
“Writing finally began the journey of coming to terms with my identity issues and not letting it consume me.”
“I received my 11th concussion playing volleyball. Previously, I had 10 concussions from child abuse. My comorbidities and symptoms increased to the point I had to take mandatory bed rest.”
“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My eyes prickled with tears hearing the suffering in his voice as he cried. The very next day at the hospital, I was asked, ‘Would you like to be his legal guardian?’ Finding a baby or becoming a dad wasn’t my expectation at all. But I believe God gave me the opportunity to transform Emilio’s life from the TRASH where he was abandoned, to a wonderful TREASURE.”
“Before that day, I had not been told my birth mom’s name. After reading her letter, I looked her up online and followed her on Instagram. She instantly messaged me. Growing up, I often wondered what my birth mom would be like, but I never imagined she would be such a beautiful person inside and out.”
“Her foster mom handed Areum to me, and all I could do was thank her, telling her we would meet again one day. Then, holding our daughter, I watched the doors of the elevator slowly close, with tears in my eyes.”
“Was this real?! I cupped my hand over my mouth in disbelief. I couldn’t process all of the emotions I was feeling. I was crying, laughing, and just kept looking at the test.”
“I held out the framed photograph for her. Tears overwhelmed her. I instinctively reached out, ‘I’m rooting for you.’”
“I was bawling so hard I had to pull off the road for a few minutes to get my composure. All my fears and doubts came flooding to my memory. Why am I doing this? Is it just a waste of time and energy? Is she going to change her mind like everyone else? Will I ever be a mom?”
“I was 24 years old, single, living in a different country, and already had two children. But I knew in my gut Michaelle staying with me was the right thing. After a few months, she scooted over in her bed and said, ‘Look, mom, we have room for one more.’ I nearly choked, but I couldn’t deny I felt the same tug in my spirit. Little did I know, she had a sister.”
“The door began to open and it was then I made eye contact with a young woman being wheeled out of the maternity floor, with no baby in hand. As joy-filled as we were, I couldn’t shake the image of her birth mom and how devastated she must have been.”