So it’s spring break 2016 and I am having a shallow pity party for one.
You see, I am at home once again, enjoying the light snowfall in April and the daily “Why didn’t we go anywhere?” barrage from my children. The constant Facebook posts of Continue reading →
Someone asked recently if it bothered me when our adopted son calls his birth mother “mom.” I confidently answered that it does not bother me. However, this was not always the case.
When we started our journey to becoming foster parents, we were scared of our foster son’s birth family. Shay, our little guy, was placed with us when he was 2 days old. We were lucky enough to adopt him shortly after his second birthday. What exactly we were scared of, I don’t know. Maybe we were scared of losing Shay, whom we loved so deeply, being taken advantage of, being hated or not being good Continue reading →
I don’t know about you, but before we became a foster family we knew NO ONE who fostered. As a family of four, we were taking a leap of faith into this unknown world. We had so many questions and very few answers. Fast forward eight years and we now have an extended family of wonderful people, all because we became foster parents!
Each of our early experiences were learning experiences that allowed us to develop our wings. You see, the thrill of soaring first begins Continue reading →
As a two-mom household, we have always been concerned about our children facing discrimination because their parents are lesbians. Recently, Shay (our 6-year-old adopted son) was told he could not have two mommies by a classmate. He informed his peer that he in fact has three mommies, his birth mother, my wife and me. Shay was placed with us when he was 2 days old and we were lucky enough to adopt him shortly after his second birthday. We have always been very open with Shay about his adoption, Continue reading →
Whenever I try to come up with words to describe what it’s like to be a foster parent/family, I’m always a bit stuck — just like being a parent of any kid brings up Continue reading →
My foster son just celebrated his first birthday! I have held him in the midst of sleepless nights, rocked him when he was sick, fed him his first foods and have watched him meet milestones. He has his own room in our house and his pictures are on our walls – he has completely stolen my heart. Still, this boy is not just mine. This sweet boy, this member of our family, has a family beyond ours.
My foster son’s first birthday is a major milestone. It’s not just about me, and it’s not just about him, but it’s also Continue reading →
We’ve all experienced those awkward situations where we don’t know what to say and we are at a loss for words. When we find ourselves in those situations, there are a couple ways we respond. Too often we say nothing, or we find ourselves saying Continue reading →
Did you know in professional golf the average margin of victory over the last 25 years, in four major tournaments, came down to just two strokes over four days of play? Olympic athletes, who have trained their whole lives for just one moment in time, get either Continue reading →
We are proud of all of the foster adoptive parents we work with through Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin Community Services, but today we want to spotlight one special couple who was recognized nationally for their efforts.
Betsy and Gene DuKatz recently traveled to Washington, D.C., to receive the Adoption Excellence Award presented by the Department of Health and Human Services. The pair won under the category of Family Contributions, which focuses on the personal contribution of parents who have significantly impacted the life of Continue reading →
As a teacher, nowhere in my contract does it say I have to meet with parents outside of the workday, send texts, emails, notes, letters or call them on the phone. As a teacher, I cannot imagine it any other way. The relationships I build with the families of my students help in every way to make their children more successful. When all people involved are communicated with, when the Continue reading →