I Now Hate to Look at My Referral Pictures

February 17th, 2009

January 10, 2008 was the first time I saw a picture of my new daughters. I can remember Paul and I opening up the email and seeing the top of a picture at the bottom of the screen. We took a deep breath and scrolled down…They were so beautiful! We printed the pictures off and looked at them constantly. I had wallets made and 4x6’s printed for the grandparents once we accepted the referral. Dreaming of their personalities behind the smile or lack thereof. I scoured Snapfish to find pictures that others from our agency had posted. We had them up all over the house. Ten months after placement I wince when I see the pictures. Now our house… [more]

Making me cry …

June 9th, 2007

nests/©2006SHBenoiton I decided early this morning that today's post would be a catch-up on bits of adoption news floating around my desk. When I learned that another power cut was in the cards for a better part of the day, that settled it. Writing anything deeper without the ability to bounce around the Net researching isn't how I like to work, so a good little tidy sounded even better ... my blogging equivalent to some light dusting. Little did I know I'd end up in tears. As is far too often really obvious, adoptive parents get a lot of grief. There are those in the adoption community that view us as neighbors they would rather keep well out of the vicinity, accusing us of all sorts… [more]

Falling in love on a wing and a prayer

May 12th, 2007
Categories: Referrals

For many, the idea of falling deeply and forever in love through a simple photo ... and not usually a very flattering photo at that ... seems an impossibility, a severe case of wishful thinking, more that a bit pathetic, or a doozy of an exaggeration. Samreferalphoto/©Sputh International adoptive parents know how easy it is, though, as we do it all the time. Who ever forgets the rush of emotion that comes with that first two-dimensional glimpse of a new son or daughter? By the time the picture has been blown up, copied and plastered on to almost every household surface, the bonds between mother and father and child are already palpable even though not one single breath has been drawn from the… [more]