"May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays."


This blog is neither pro-adoption nor anti-adoption. This is merely the story of a mother and her journey towards healing.


Commitments and the Like

Curiousity spawned from a string of openness bashing on a recent post at the birth/first parent blog:

For those with open adoptions, do you, as an adoptive parents, consider your lifelong commitment to your child to also include a lifelong commitment to said child’s first parents? Do you, as a birth parent, consider your lifelong commitment to your child to also include a lifelong commitment to said child’s adoptive parents?

I’m realizing the comparsion of open adoption to marriage is a stretch that some are completely unwilling or unable to make. However, it was used to exemplify the fact that open adoption relationships are/should be more than a casual relationship held with the lady in the cubicle next to you at work. (I’m stopping myself here because I feel an expanded post coming for the birth/first parent blog.)

So, answer the question as best you can. I may swipe some of your comments for the expanded post. (For reference, D got so riled up by the thread itself that she commented and she’s a rare commenter!)

(Breif update: A very controversial post (honestly, wait until you read the title, I am hilarious!) on the ANALOGY will be up on the birth/first parent blog on Friday morning (early). It contains the list of similarities that Heather graciously threw up this evening, for which I am eternally thankful. Also, if you commented, you might be quoted. Check it. I will, haha!, be on vacation (camping) so you need to hit it up to defend your side (pros/cons). I’ll address hate mail when we come home the following Friday and by “address” I do mean “delete.”)


New Design

In an effort to avoid deep thought processes, I updated the design of the blog. We’re now featuring the three youngest (well, minus LittleBrother) kids together, BigBrother chasing Munchkin in our back yard, and me playing with the Munchkin last summer at her house. I’m digging. More widgety stuff coming soon.