ADOPTION

Call Me Mommy

It was love at first sight

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Every Day is Mother’s Day for me. I consider myself to be the luckiest woman in the world, just to say that. As some of you know, and now the rest of you, I didn’t become a mother in the conventional sense of the word. But. Does it really matter? I may have adopted. I may have first viewed my child when she was 8 years old, as a foster child. It does not mean that I didn’t go through labor pains. It sure doesn’t.

Anybody who has fostered knows what I am talking about. First, there’s the criminal background check. That pack of gum I took at age 6 might just show up on my record. Well, whew for that one. I call statute of limitations on that experience. Next, you they take your fingerprints and wait… wait… wait… Then you do classes. Now, this is where I get preachy. If you ever, ever, ever are thinking of parenting, then take a foster parent class. I can guarantee that you will find this to be just as applicable to raising your own natural born children. The scenarios vary and are very adaptable.

You get questions such as What would you do if your child wanted to run away from home? How do you feel about thumb sucking? What are your plans for meals? Do you plan to serve your…