You see, every April marks another year since I chose adoption. Another year of choosing
I wanted to be the courageous birth mom. I wanted to be the attentive adoptive mom for my son. I wanted to be the always loving mom for my three biological children. I wanted to prove myself worthy for the daughter I placed for adoption…and years later re-adopted into the family. And I wanted to do it all without breaking a sweat.
Paige, a college student, just learned she is pregnant. Terrified, alone and confused, she holds a positive pregnancy test in her hand, wondering what to do next.
There is a growing stack of books on my nightstand that I intend to read one of these days. Some nights I manage to read a few pages. Most nights I barely skim a paragraph or two before my eyes glaze over and the book gets returned to the stack.