tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219575533193649231.post9174660408150100972..comments2023-04-07T10:43:14.287-04:00Comments on Simeon's Trail: ThatTarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12808674825863044909noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219575533193649231.post-23706884427602491262014-10-28T23:19:11.898-04:002014-10-28T23:19:11.898-04:00I stumbled onto your blog on a babycenter SMO post...I stumbled onto your blog on a babycenter SMO post :) <br /><br />It's so late but I had to comment - I think because in adoption you do have a choice, in some ways that's scarier than just being dealt the hand you're meant for, as one does with biological children. Stepping willingly and knowingly into the life of a parent of a child with special needs is daunting and brave (and wonderful and a blessed opportunity, but I digress). Becoming a parent is already an act of marching into the unknown, but choosing to march into parenting a child who faces different challenges than your own adds another layer. If only people realized the feeling of raising a child who has some different needs - it's your child, you already love him more than your heart can stand, you're looking at your child and reading her needs and doing anything and everything to meet those needs and nurture her. That's all. Same feeling regardless of how medically average they may be. <br /><br />I'm adopted myself and considered adoption seriously at one point and know it may be in the cards for my family one day. I feel so much more comfortable putting my chances, my fate, the very design of my life in gods hands. I want no part of those decisions. I wouldn't do so much as pick my child's hair color even if I could. Making choices and decisions in adoption bums me out, I'd rather shout "I'm ready to adopt!!" at the ocean and just have whoever God wants for me dropped on my doorstep to love. <br /><br />Anyway. Long rant. Extremely interesting topic! Townhouse Townyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08153702369771710669noreply@blogger.com