“I will never forget the friend who brought me home-cooked meals or the friends and family who came by in the first stages when I was feeling so vulnerable and it would have been easier to stay away.”
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		  “I will never forget the friend who brought me home-cooked meals or the friends and family who came by in the first stages when I was feeling so vulnerable and it would have been easier to stay away.”
		  “He’s direct and to the point. I’m long-winded and rambly. He’s slow to rise and even slower to shine, and I’m get-up-and-go and go a million miles a minute. He’s ‘take your time’ and ‘slow down,’ while I’m ‘hurry up, c’mon!’ He’s people avoiding, and I’m people loving.”
		  “They don’t need to win a trophy. They don’t need to be the best. They don’t even need to be any good at it. It’s OK to have a hobby, just to have a hobby.”
		  “It felt hard to breathe that week. Breathing reminded me of the breaths my babies never took. Three babies I would never meet.”
		  “In 4 short years, I’d been removed at birth from my mother, placed into foster care, reunified with my birth father, and then placed back into foster care. I’d experienced family separation, failed reunification, abuse, neglect, and had already been named, renamed, and named again.”
		  “It’s popular right now to ‘raise kind humans’ and to be inclusive— but true inclusivity means learning about people who are different from us and letting it change the way we live.”
		  “Adoption is a calling, not a backup plan.”
		  “Being a mama is questioning every decision made. Being a mama is loving so hard it leaves an ache in your heart. Being a mama is beautiful and brutal.”
		  “It’s who I am. It’s who I will always be. I’m a mom who worries…and I can’t help it.”
		  “As a mom of three under three, I did what many mothers before me have done: put my wants and needs in the back seat and buckled them up. I got through each day, crying from one obstacle after another and wondering if I’d ever be able to shower without hearing a baby cry or eat a hot meal again. I was ready to dot the I’s and cross the T’s on a contract to stab my eyes with a fork daily if it meant I was able to feel like a person again.”