My father asked me how I…being a male…a gay male…was actually going to be able to raise a child with my partner. Ignorance makes me laugh out loud (quite literally) and that was how I began my response. I ended it simply by saying “I can assure you that our child/children will be much more confident and secure than I was in my own childhood”. Of course, how can he have argued that? I find that ignorant people tend to not pick up a book, newspaper, read a study, and find an educated answer on anything they “believe in”. They simply hear or see what they wish. Nevertheless…facts are facts. Continue reading
My Promise…
A statement was made to me recently which implied that adoption wasn’t a valid way of creating a family. A unique way…just not a real way. While trying not to regurgitate all over the other person, I want to make it clear that whether or not a gay or straight couple adopts a child, or someone that is single, please keep in mind that we’re bringing another member into the extended family and into our circle of friends. Continue reading
What if she changes her mind?
How do you remain so excited and so guarded all at the same time?
Seems like a pretty impossible task. Part of me wants to swipe the AMEX at every baby shop I come across. Another part of me say’s “just wait…what if she changes her mind?” It is a very conflicting way to feel. Adoption is simply a roller coaster ride which, that from the moment the adoptive parents are matched with an unborn baby, they begin to love the baby whole-heartedly knowing full well that their want for a family of their own, can change at any moment. Continue reading
A Touch of Ignorance
When people outside of Texas hear the word “Texas” they tend to assume everyone gallops on their horse atop dirt roads, every resident is indeed a cowboy, and longhorns graze flat meadows. At least that is what this yankee thought. When I moved to Houston from New York, I recall quite clearly a coworker of mine telling me “Someone like you shouldn’t move to Texas! You better get yourself a gun”. Continue reading
The dreaded “Birth Mother” letter
Let me be clear that I despise the term “Birth Mother”.
Up until that baby is born, she is indeed the actual mother. Everything I had researched about regarding writing this very intimidating letter, all began with “Dear Birth Mother”. I found that to sound very insulting to the woman that is carrying, potentially, our future child. Besides, every example profile that we looked at began with the same salutation. We simply decided to begin ours with “Hello”. Continue reading
From The Stork 