We Adopted a Little Girl – on Her 5th Birthday, Her Biological Mother Showed Up to Reveal a Shocking Truth About Her

One night, I stared at the ceiling and said, “I think I’m done.”

Daniel rolled toward me. “Done trying?”

“I’m done hating my own body,” I said.

“If I’m supposed to be a mom, it probably won’t be through pregnancy.”

He was quiet.

“Do you still want to be a mom?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “More than anything.”

He nodded. “Then we stop pretending this is the only way.

Let’s talk about adoption. For real.”

So we did.

There were classes, background checks, home visits. A social worker named Karen walked through our house with a clipboard, testing smoke alarms and peeking into closets.

On our couch, she asked, “What’s your parenting style?”

“Talk first, try to understand and communicate,” Daniel said.

“Time-out if we’re desperate.”

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