“Do you have any children?”
“No. My husband has cystic fibrosis so we weren’t able to have kids.”
“We tried to adopt in 2015 but they told us no.” [voice drops to a whisper] “Unless you’re single or gay you don’t get the kids today.”
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph – what on earth?!
Major. Writer’s. Block.
Today’s post is supposed to be about birthfathers – it says so right there on the blog calendar. The way they’re ever present even through the longest absences, the questions that linger, how the struggle is more challenging for T-man…
But I’m sitting here, pen in hand, utterly unable to string together a series of coherent thoughts today. Looks like we’re going with stringing plain old regular thoughts.
Another collection from my world.
It’s been a roller coaster of a spring, one that’s made me feel like I’ve got a split personality. For someone who’s done so much work over the last eighteen months I find I’m remarkably swooshy – one day I’ve moved past an issue, the next I totally reverse my position, the week after I’m torn equally between the two. It’s hard to sort things out when everything feels genuine in the moment.
Crackle, crackle, crunch crunch.
Hear that? Those are the eggshells scattered all over our floor these days.
a friend told me she saw a girl that could have been my sister
i rushed down to the diner but unfortunately missed her
so everyday after school i grabbed myself a table
and waited like a desperate fool as long as i was able
and after several weeks of that i've written off the place
for no one there or anywhere is serving up my face
This, that, the other, and then some.
I’ve tried to approach Forever Family posts from different viewpoints, to make them a diverse look at adoption issues overall. But in the end they’ve naturally been written from an adoptive parent’s perspective (aka mine). Even my posts discussing things the kids struggle with are still second hand – my interpretation of their experience.
I thought I might look for some firsthand resources to explore today.