A Glimpse

Recently my kids and I sat in the living room and wrote in our journals.  This is a new thing.  We began recently after I started exploring my history and realized how many gaps are in my memory. What did it feel like to have an uninvolved dad?  I can guess, but I don’t remember how it felt.  I wish I’d kept a journal when I was younger.  So, besides writing in my own journal throughout the week, we started having a time each week where we all write.

That day I suggested a question for my kids, which they were free to answer or not. They both decided to do so.  The question was, “How do you feel about being adopted?”   Continue reading “A Glimpse”