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“The Talk”

IMG_3309As a parent there will be several talks that I am sure you need to prepare for as your child gets older. As an adoptive parent there is another talk that we have always planned to have with our children.

We are a transracial family, so there is really not an opportunity nor did we ever plan to not discuss adoption with our children. It is also part of the reason that while others close to us have found it intimidating, we have found our open adoptions comforting. Continue reading ““The Talk””

Beauty and Grace

Every story has a beginning and up until now, I really haven’t had the opportunity to properly tell Grace’s story. It is truly a story of beauty and grace and one I feel very fortunate to be a part of.

Grace was born on September 23, and shortly after she entered this world, her birth mother made what I imagine to be one of the most difficult yet courageous decisions a parent could make. She chose adoption. Continue reading “Beauty and Grace”

10,000 Steps

I think I need to start watching my back because I am afraid that Jenn may be trying to kill me. In the last 3.5 days I have gone completely meatless. Teresa would never let this happen.

Last night we had our first taste of meat…crock pot chicken. Unfortunately I had eaten too much salad before hand and only ate one drumstick (and it wasn’t even deep-fried in Colonel Sanders secret recipe).

Who am I? And what is happening to me? If I keep this up I am afraid that my hair may start growing out and I will have to dust off my birkenstocks and my cords. Nolin and Jenn love it because they could exist solely on fruit, vegetables and pasta. If I don’t start getting more meat in my diet, I could look like this… Continue reading “10,000 Steps”

The Gravity of Parenthood

For some reason this week, the gravity of parenthood and how truly lucky Jenn and I are has weighed on my mind.  Every time I turn around it seems I have been reminded of what a miracle this whole journey has been.  I mean there are so many things that had they turned out just a little different would have completely changed our lives.  More than ever I feel that Nolin was meant to be part of our family and that I was meant to be his father.

I have been thinking about what would have happened if we had not chosen to move to Florida, if Jenn had not seen the mention in our church bulletin about Catholic Charities adoption classes or even if we had not decided to wait for a little bit before pursuing adoption.  Would things have turned out the same or differently.  What if Nolin’s birth mother had chosen another family?  Jenn and I often comment to each other that Nolin is the perfect child for us.

It may be because we took time to get Nolin’s passport.  As we were waiting in line, I started thinking about  our upcoming guys’ trip to the Cayman Islands for my cousin’s wedding and then our trip to Europe to visit Axelle and Jenn’s family in Ireland.  I also saw Nolin’s passport as his ticket to all the adventures that his life will have in store for him…and it’s just the beginning.

It may also have been because we had the opportunity to spend time with Nolin’s birth mother again this week.  While these get-togethers are still emotional, it is a good type of emotional.  For her I believe these days serve as positive reinforcement of the selfless decision that she and Nolin’s birth father made.  She often mentions that it also helps her feel confident that she made the right decision as she sees him growing up happy.  For me these days remind me how truly special the adoption process is and how fortunate we have been.  It is also nice to be able to share all of Nolin’s accomplishments with them and see that they are both doing well.

This week, it also became quite evident that Nolin is now in the period of his life where milestones and changes are happening every day not every few weeks.  Just this week alone, Nolin started clapping, waving hello and goodbye and picking up food on his own and feeding himself.  It was always funny because Nolin will put anything in his mouth and would eat anything that you would feed him, but it never occurred to him that he could play a part in that process.  He will sometimes grab the food in his fist and then try to suck the food out of his fist, but eventually he figures out that it is much easier if you just place the food in your mouth.

Friday night we took Nolin to the Hollerbach with the traditional German musicians and Saturday we went to the 2011 World’s Festival in which they showcased dancers and styles from all over the world.  Nolin would just start laughing and clapping wildly at these performances.  Jenn’s aunt noted that she is pretty sure he will be a performer of some sort.

As Nolin’s personality continues to develop and he becomes more of an individual the responsibility that I have to help shape the man he becomes is getting more clear.  As we search for meaning in everything, I can’t help being thankful that all the events in my life (large and small) have led me to this place and I couldn’t be happier.  Next week I am sure I will be back to stories of dirty diapers and awkward moments, maybe even the one about Jenn being told that Nolin has her eyes and eyebrows (which I guess means he gets the rest of his good looks from me), but for now I am just going to reflect  on what a miracle my son is.

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