According to an article in The New York Times, reunions of migrant families separated at the U.S.-Mexico border are not all smiles, hugs and joy. There is sadness and screaming. There are tears. There is trauma. Similarly, when a child is placed in foster care – THERE IS TRAUMA. Every time.
Adoption is not for the faint of heart. Sorry, every positive white clouds and rainbows tag line for an adoption or foster care organization, like, ever. Even good days are painful sometimes…well, a lot of the time.
I've been thinking about writing a blog for a really long time. Why did I never start? Mostly because I didn't think I had anything important to say. Why would anyone want to read a whole bunch of bla, bla, bla from me? I finally figured it out, though. I want to write a blog and share and express - for me. This is for me. This is going to be a place where I can tell you about the real stories of my life, especially those stories that have to do with my barrenness.