I went to see my son tonight. He wants to know when he can come home from the hospital. Nothing about the other night. When I asked him why he wants to come home, it was all about missing the trip to Bismarck with his mentor that he does once a week. Nothing about the…
Category: adoption
Pictures in my mind
Recently a picture that was posted in my Dad Blogger group on facebook triggered a memory from when David was very little. We didn’t know that he would eventually become our son. I was holding David, he had fallen asleep. Before I knew it, I was sleeping. I woke when he fussed. It is a…
Searching for that missing link
Thirty years ago, my dad took me aside and explained a small fact to me. “You are adopted, and here is the paperwork to prove it. You are at an age where I think this is something that you should know.” A couple of years before that, my brother and I made a wholly disturbing…