Whatever weekend is the third in my new resolve to blog more predictably, along with Photo Heavy Monday and Wip It Wednesday. I figured having the option of a Friday, Saturday or Sunday post, on any damn topic I felt like, might not be too rigid.
So, while I usually blather on about knitting, or craft activism, or making stuff in general, today we're going to talk about adoption, since November is National Adoption Month.
I was looking for a baby photo but came across this one of Gabe from '99 or 2000. It's so...prophetic!. And hey! this isn't a fake vintage film looking app downloaded for $1.99. It is film, plus a clunky scanner back then.
Maybe I'm feeling especially tender this season. My sons turned 21 and 18, as of a couple days ago, ages I thought would mean All Grown Up. They are and then again, they definitely aren't. (You parent with kids this age, know what I mean? The rest of you with little kids.....oh never mind.). What a crazy wild ride parenthood is, and I've never regretted buckling in for it.
I was considering offering some words of wisdom from this vantage point but I'm not sure I have any. We all just make it up as we go along--whether we are parents by biology or adoption: nature and nurture both matter.
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