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STAY.
It was a yearly habit for my husband and me to check our “word of the year” on a website right as the clock struck midnight. I don’t know why, but this year felt more meaningful to me—not just an ordinary ritual. Everything in my current season feels uncertain, and I needed something to hold…
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Motherhood Is Healing Me—But It’s Also Unearthing My Grief
I didn’t expect postpartum to feel like time travel. Those first two months after giving birth were sacred and raw—but also familiar in a strange, aching way. As I watched my baby cry for me, sleep on my chest, and need me in ways only I could respond to—I couldn’t unsee the timeline. I was…
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What If I Were Her?
Healing is not a straight path. One day, I am angry. The next, I feel blessed because of my story. Then there are days when I feel nothing at all. My emotions shift not just toward my adoption itself but toward every person involved—my adoptive mom, my biological parents, and even myself. Sometimes, I wonder,…
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Seeing My Adoption Wounds Through My Toddler
Motherhood is full of surprises, and recently, I’ve found myself in a season of deep connection with my toddler. I am absolutely in love with him. Even as I navigate his tantrums and meltdowns, I find myself adjusting, learning, and growing alongside him. I am amazed by the wonder in his eyes—the pure innocence and…
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