Just so most know, I did keep my pregnancy a secret and didn't brag or talk much about it. Only because I knew I was placing baby girl. But there comes a point where people start to put one and one together and they just stop accepting that little cover up that you constantly use, be it close friends or family. I understand I never gave them a chance to grieve for the child I carried but honestly I felt because of my past I was tired of their judgmental thoughts and always counting on my next mess up in life to be thrown in my face.
Our annual Adoptive Family Picnic was a lovely day at the park. This is a time when families in every stage of the adoption process can come out and spend time with each other. They can talk and share their stories. This event always provides community and encouragement.
This year we decided to hold a brunch picnic earlier in the day than usual. We figured parents of small children are already up early, and we would do our best to squeeze it in before nap time.
I am lucky enough to be writing this blog during National Social Worker Month – a month when we honor the time, love, commitment, and overwhelming kindness that anyone who knows a social worker is lucky enough to experience. While I think back on all the lovely women I’ve been lucky enough to work with, my mind inevitably turns to my own path and what being an adoption social worker means to me and has done for me.