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What if I’m Raising Someone Else’s Children?

Feeling Like an Imposter

On a spring day many years ago, Crystal was about to leave the hospital after giving birth the day before. We’d recently met through an adoption agency, and we’d suddenly bonded when she went into labor two days prior. She spent the morning teaching me how to change a teeny-tiny diaper as her four year-old son looked on. I was full of excitement and self-doubt. Tessa, this precious newborn, was clearly Crystal’s baby — you could see it in the bow of her lips, the shape of her eyes. I was about to leave the hospital with another woman’s baby (with her permission and blessing, of course).

adoption raising someone else's child

Two years later on another spring day, Michele placed her baby boy, whom she was not in a position to care for at that time, into my arms during an Entrustment Ceremony in the conference room of the adoption agency that we’d both consulted. His tuft of fine blond hair, the same color as hers, emphasized the fact that Reed was hers. Would forever be.

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Fly Fishing

The summer of 2016 seems to be the one where I do a bunch of things I never thought I’d do. In June it was whitewater rafting, and in July it was fly fishing (full account over on MileHighMamas.com, with commentary from both of my kids).

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The rainbow trout I caught (and released). Fly fishing experience courtesy The Colorado Angler.

In August, it is slated to be the mind-blowingest one of all: parenting a high schooler. How is THAT happening??

Anyway, my family was treated to a lovely weekend in Silverthorne, Colorado, just an hour up I-70 from the Denver area. People sometimes think of this town as a place you stop on the way to ski resorts, stopping at the Outlets for some deals, but we ended up loving Silverthorne as its own destination.

My Predictions About Fly Fishing? All Wrong.

I’d predicted I wouldn’t really enjoy fly fishing, but I did. I predicted my daughter would think it boring, but she loved it. I predicted my husband would be the only one to catch a fish, but he wasn’t (though his was the biggest). I predicted my son would love fly fishing, but he merely tolerated it.

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The brown trout I caught (and released).

I didn’t think I’d look good in waders, but damn if I didn’t rock ’em. I didn’t think I’d touch the fish I caught, but I did. I didn’t think I’d ever want to go fly fishing again, but I do.

We later tried stand up paddleboarding, and also I managed to embarrass my teens at an outdoor concert with my middle-aged (how did THAT happen??) singing and dancing. We toured a microbrewery, ate ice cream along the Blue River, grilled our own steaks, and made many memories together.

It was a super fun mini-trip. No wonder we’re hooked on Silverthorne.

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7 Questions Adopted Children May Ask

The summer edition of Pathway 2 Family is out. Articles include “What is Infertility?” and “Open Embryo Adoption: Radical or Common Sense?” Click the cover to read for free.

snowflakes on open adoptionMy colleague Dawn Davenport of Creating A Family has an article that discusses research on the emotional health on donor-conceived children.

And I wrote one that addresses the seven core issues of adoption, framed by seven common questions adopted children are likely to wonder about, maybe even out loud. Excerpt: Continue reading 7 Questions Adopted Children May Ask