Residential Treatment

It was just a few days after Christmas when everything fell apart and our nearly 9-year-old daughter Makala lost all sense of reality. We were getting ready to celebrate all of our birthdays, and other important dates. It was approaching the 4th anniversary of Gotcha Day. Worse still it was about to be the 5th anniversary of the day the police had taken Makala and her baby brother Jeremiah into foster care. January is usually a very stressful time of year for our family. But, this past January was looking as if we might not make it as a family. … Continue reading

Makala, We Decided We Wanted to Adopt You and Your Brother.

Continued from: My Journey to Become Your Mother. Makala, When mommy and daddy were talking about getting married we were still young enough to have a family but, made a choice that we wanted to adopt our children. We decided that in our hearts we didn’t care if our kids were born to us or if they had another birth mother. We knew we would love our adopted kids just the same as we loved Sean and Tori. We took our time deciding how we would find the children we would adopt in our family. We could pick anyway we … Continue reading

My Journey Continued When I Married an Adopted Boy

Continued from, When Uncle Eddie Took Care of His Birth Mother. Makala, it seems like my whole life has been all about becoming your mommy–and Jeremiah’s mommy too. I have learned so many things along the way that have made me a strong mother, who is willing to learn what I need to help you grow up and become the mommy you hope to be. With Uncle Eddie, and all the children I knew in my life I learned a lot about being adopted. Not that anyone who wasn’t adopted could ever understand everything. When I was just 18-years old … Continue reading

How I Became Your Mother: When Uncle Eddie Took Care of His Birth Mother.

Continued: From The Journey of How I Became Your Mother: Thanksgiving and LeRoy’s Boys. When I was 13-years-old Uncle Eddie announced that his birth mother was sick and needed someone to take care of her. The mother he had not lived with since he was only 4-years-old, had found her son and asked for a place to stay. The picture here was taken the day she flew in from Illinois. This is my grandmother, Aunt Terrie, Uncle Eddies birth mother with the white hair, and my parents–Uncle Eddie took this picture. Not very many years ago most adopted kids never … Continue reading

How I Became Your Mother: Thanksgiving and LeRoy’s Boys

Continued from: The Journey of How I Became Your Mother: The Story of Joe and Eddie. When I was growing up we always seemed to have Extra children in our family–especially during the Holidays. As a young Minister Uncle Eddie was called to be involved in the local boys home. The 1970’s version of an orphanage. Our Thanksgivings had so many children it was almost like a fair! And, because I grew up in California our Thanksgivings were warm and dry. We would have three-legged-races, and potato bag jumping, football and ice cream. My parents house and yard were bigger, … Continue reading

How I Became Your Mother: The Story of Joe and Eddie

Continued from An Adoptive Mother’s Letter to Her Daughter: The Journey of How I became Your Mother. What started as a letter to Makala has turned into a journey of an adoptive mother. It is clear the words I have written so far are too many–and complex for a child of 9-years. They will be here, however and live longer than I do. Even if she doesn’t understand the meaning of these words today, I hope in the future she will see that all of this was about love. Makala writing to you has made me understand my whole life … Continue reading

An Adoptive Mother’s Letter to Her Daughter: Part 3-Rumors and Crutches

Continued from Part 2: Scar Tissue Mommy and daddy have been trying so hard to help our Makala learn how to take care of the scars no one can see. The scars in your heart and shown by the tears you cry, and the way you act and show your feelings. When Sean was starting to get better after his accident, he wanted to make sure no one could see his scars or notice his limp. So he tried very hard to hide it. The problem was that he was on the News and when his accident happened everyone knew … Continue reading

An Adoptive Mother’s Letter to Her Daughter: Part 2-Scar Tissue

Continued from Part 1: Choices and Consequences The good thing about this situation is that Makala and Jeremiah didn’t have to grow up unsafe, and with the help of case workers, kid helpers and God Makala and Jeremiah were given a growing up mommy and daddy to help them. I know your heart will have a scar just like Sean’s leg does. The hurts you got when you were just a little baby and a preschooler can heal up and stop bleeding but you will always still have love for your birth mom. And, that is fine with me–because, I … Continue reading

An Adoptive Mother’s Letter to Her Daughter: Part 1-Choices and Consequences

Dear Makala, I want you to know I love you very much, and miss you every morning. I love Sean, Tori, Makala and Jeremiah all the same because I am the Mommy for all of you. My kid’s are all great kids! All smart, beautiful and special to me. A mom has a big job to help her children grow up. All kid’s make mistakes and have lessons they need to learn. Everyone makes mistakes even Moms make them sometimes. Moms are still learning and it is never too late to learn when we make a mistake. God does not … Continue reading