In college, I volunteered with a group that held kid’s clubs in the inner city. We focused on one neighborhood in Clearwater. We would go into the neighborhood, pick up the kids, (with the permission of their parents) and walk them across the street to a field to play games, sing songs, and such.
The neighborhood was old. The buildings were fairly run down and the whole of it was tan and dingy. The street of the neighborhood made sort of a “U” shape arrangement. And at the bottom of that “U” was a tree.
We love our kiddos. All our kiddos.
But for all our preparation, for thought, and care, it is not for us to spend much time with them once they come. If we do our job well, than the child should pass from the birth parents arms to the adoptive parents arms, (and a few nurses in-between). As much as we would love to snuggle, giving both sides of the adoption triad as much time as possible is the goal.
When I was first asked to write a blog I thought, “What a strange word?” Sounds a bit like it should be the title of a B rated horror flick.
For a bit of background, I’m a part of the adoption triad. Not the usual, adoptive parent or adoptee, but I am a birth mom. I say not the usual because back in my day, we didn’t share that information. "Giving a child up" for adoption was kept secret and swept under the carpet. I’m grateful that it’s not that way today.
This past Saturday was the New Beginnings Tampa Bay Fertility Conference.
It was a lovely morning at the Hilton in Tampa. The sessions covered a span of topics from Fertility 101, Genetics, Third Party Reproduction, Adoption, and even Fertility Yoga.
In between sessions, attendees could get to know the speakers and vendors at the tables set up in the lobby. The tables were set up around a delightful spread of refreshments. Nothing like coffee and snacks to keep your mind awake for information!
Saturday the 17th was our annual Adoptive Family Picnic for Tampa.
We all gathered at Ballast Point Park. We were nestled in the perfect spot, between the playground, the Gazebo and the bay. It was an wonderful location with the nice breeze and a view of the horse farm just across the street.
Once we spread out the sandwiches, snacks, and goodies, families started to arrive, and it was time to begin the fun!