Reactive Attachment Disorder Help me, Please!
“My six-year-old daughter has Reactive Attachment Disorder. Help me, please! I can’t take it anymore!” My heart went out as it always does when I read pleas like this one, typed in a…
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Special Needs Adoption
“My six-year-old daughter has Reactive Attachment Disorder. Help me, please! I can’t take it anymore!” My heart went out as it always does when I read pleas like this one, typed in a…
The outside of our current home is not nearly as impressive as the feelings were inside the most humble place our family has ever lived. Neither Amy nor I came from money.…
Teaching kids responsibility: My grandpa, Merlin D. Simmons, picking seed peas on the family farm with his father, uncle, siblings and cousins. Circa 1920 My grandpa thought teaching kids responsibility was easy. In his…
We need to find homes for orphans to go home to. Alright, maybe “orphans” is the wrong word. Heaven knows that word has been brutalized for monetary purposes. There are “children of…
Inconsistency and Reactive Attachment Disorder make vacation the Devil! The whole reason that our children have Reactive Attachment Disorder is tied to the fact that there was so little consistency in their…
Overstimulation and Reactive Attachment Disorder make vacation the Devil! My daughters who have Reactive Attachment Disorder have stared death in the face. I won’t bother to detail all of the types of…
Vacations and Reactive Attachment Disorder... the Devil! It hadn’t been a week since my older daughters and I returned home from California when I got the Facebook message. One of the awesome parents…
Finding Faith Finding faith, for me, never comes easy. Maybe it's true… things are always in the last place you look. While I was raised in an active Christian home and…
There are children available for adoption. They probably aren't where you're looking, unless you happen to be looking behind magic doors. I spend a lot of time in the online adoption community…
Today, the Friday before Memorial Day, happens to be my daughter, Annie’s birthday. Though it may seem strange to you, I associate those two days. Annie left Russia to join our family…
Recently I was digitally reprimanded by someone hiding behind a fake name and profile picture. (Yawn.) The troll found it offensive that my adopted children had to live a life realizing that…
The first time I saw him, he was so frail. He was only a month old and his heart was so busy pumping blood through holes between its chambers that it was…