It seems difficult to imagine the adoption process before blogs – they have been so instrumental in our education, communication, and community building.

Regina is a shinning light, and your insight and raw emotional honesty is so genuine and tender.

We all go through so much turmoil and tribulation as we wend our distinct path – be they as child, birthparent, caregiver, adoptive families or the many others who participate in the periphery.

As is so often elemental within the human experience, community, in whatever form it is found and created, is so important. We are glad to be a part of the warp and weft of your experience and to have ourselves weaved you into ours. Take Care.

Steve

It seems difficult to imagine the adoption process before blogs – they have been so instrumental in our education, communication, and community building.

Regina is a shinning light, and your insight and raw emotional honesty is so genuine and tender.

We all go through so much turmoil and tribulation as we wend our distinct path – be they as child, birthparent, caregiver, adoptive families or the many others who participate in the periphery.

As is so often elemental within the human experience, community, in whatever form it is found and created, is so important. We are glad to be a part of the warp and weft of your experience and to have ourselves weaved you into ours. Take Care.

Steve

I am in tears again, how do you do it? What a gifted writer you are, just amazing. I too, use to think of what it would be like to carry a baby boy on my hip, while I went though my day to day life. What joy it would bring me, to finally be able to call this one mine own instead of, oh, no he is not “mine” I am just his nanny. Even though the love for these children I have cared for is so deep, they are not mine. I never had the title mommy. Now I do, and I still can not get over the unbelievable blessing G_D has given me to be Henry’s mommy. I never lose sight of his birthmother, after all if it wasn’t for her bravery in providing Henry his first home for 9 months. If only I could reach out to her just once and tell her, Henry is doing so well and that I love him with all my heart, it would give me such peace.

There is without a doubt a Karp baby boy waiting in the wings for his family to come take him home. The best is yet to come…

Much Love,
Carolyn

I am in tears again, how do you do it? What a gifted writer you are, just amazing. I too, use to think of what it would be like to carry a baby boy on my hip, while I went though my day to day life. What joy it would bring me, to finally be able to call this one mine own instead of, oh, no he is not “mine” I am just his nanny. Even though the love for these children I have cared for is so deep, they are not mine. I never had the title mommy. Now I do, and I still can not get over the unbelievable blessing G_D has given me to be Henry’s mommy. I never lose sight of his birthmother, after all if it wasn’t for her bravery in providing Henry his first home for 9 months. If only I could reach out to her just once and tell her, Henry is doing so well and that I love him with all my heart, it would give me such peace.

There is without a doubt a Karp baby boy waiting in the wings for his family to come take him home. The best is yet to come…

Much Love,
Carolyn

I am in tears again, how do you do it? What a gifted writer you are, just amazing. I too, use to think of what it would be like to carry a baby boy on my hip, while I went though my day to day life. What joy it would bring me, to finally be able to call this one mine own instead of, oh, no he is not “mine” I am just his nanny. Even though the love for these children I have cared for is so deep, they are not mine. I never had the title mommy. Now I do, and I still can not get over the unbelievable blessing G_D has given me to be Henry’s mommy. I never lose sight of his birthmother, after all if it wasn’t for her bravery in providing Henry his first home for 9 months. If only I could reach out to her just once and tell her, Henry is doing so well and that I love him with all my heart, it would give me such peace.

There is without a doubt a Karp baby boy waiting in the wings for his family to come take him home. The best is yet to come…

Much Love,
Carolyn