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The help monster invaded our house about six months ago. At first I didn’t realize it had body snatched my four-year-old child. It started off so innocent, so sweet.
“Mommy, I helpa you.”
“What?”
Craig reached his arm out and pointed to the laundry I was stuffing into the washing machine.
“Oh, sure.” I handed him a few shirts [...]

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Note: Originally published in Adoptive Families Magazine, March 2005. Revived for Mother’s Day and this week’s Mother of Confusion newspaper blog-column.
Would he love me? This time last year, while waiting for my son to be born, I worried that he wouldn’t return my love. I was certain that when he was a toddler he [...]

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Adoptive parents are perfect parents. At least that is what I sense the stereotypical thought is. We’ve waited a long time, have a lot of money and have learned extensively about child development. Somewhere during the process we have discovered our inner perfect parent and know the politically correct and right way to respond to [...]

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It was our first night home. I woke up that morning with the winter sun peeking lazily through the bedroom blinds. With a stretch of my arms and a twist, I rolled over. There he was, my new baby, in his co-sleeper. He was swaddled in the fuzzy blue blanket I had [...]