For many, Friday the 13th is a day of superstition with a stigma of bringing bad luck. For Billy and I, Friday, November 13th, 2009, was one of the luckiest days of our lives. At 10:36 AM, I was sitting at my desk at work and got a call from a brave young woman that asked me if I was ready to be a dad. The next day we invited her to our home, and had an immediate connection.
On Sunday we went to her home, and met our beautiful twin boys for the very first time. Then on Wednesday, we accompanied her and the boys to the doctors for a checkup on their 1st birthday. It was nothing short of amazing, and a week that is so clear in my mind it feels like yesterday.
November is National Adoption Month. I loved seeing how many people in my Facebook feed had changed their profile picture to reflect “I was touched by Adoption”. Each one of them has their own special story that defined their journey to parenthood. It’s an emotional roller-coaster, but one that you wouldn’t change for the world.
Nine years ago we were living in Chicago, IL, where we couldn’t adopt with both dad’s names appearing on the birth certificate as the legal parents. So we quit our jobs, sold our house, and moved to Washington, D.C. Fortunately, times have changed, and the laws have changed in our favor. But we can’t let down our guard as discriminatory practices are being guised as Religious Freedom. We need to keep sharing our stories, and making our voices heard.
If you, or someone you know, is considering adoption – checkout the Resources page, where you can connect with providers that will assist you on your journey. And join us for one of our monthly Happy Hours, where you can connect with other parents and prospective parents, and share your stories together over a drink or two.