in Moms of teenagers
October 16 2018
My adoption story is a older on. My husband and I could not have children of our own, and figured that would be our life. But then we met some people who were foster parents and decided that's how we would have children in our lives. Our very first foster child ended up being our very first son. A beautiful little 18 month old boy with sparkling brown eyes. I can still see him sitting in the backseat of my car when I brought him home, with those big scared brown eyes. We were lucky enough to be able to adopt him 32 years ago. A couple of years later we learned his birth parents had given birth again, and lost custody. We sought him out and were able to adopt him also. This time of beautiful little blonde haired boy. Then it happened again another beautiful brown haired boy! A couple of years later, and again, another beautiful little blonde boy! All together we had 4 full siblings. We learned along the way that they also had two more boys but we weren't able to adopt them.
I lost my husband to Cystic Fibrosis 22 years ago, so its been interesting, bringing up those beautiful boys who have turned into amazing, intelligent hardworking young men. And i thought it was the best time of my life, but grandkids are coming now... :)