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		<title>My Perfect Child</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In many ways I can relate to the thoughts and emotions that Amy recounts.  While it is true that the realities of Down syndrome and adoption/foster care do not equate per se, I am convinced that adoptive and foster parents can relate to and learn a lot from what Amy shares about her expectations, her hopes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/my-perfect-child</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_last>4</_edit_last><_edit_lock>1322770204</_edit_lock><intro>Christianity Today recently featured an article by Amy Julia Becker entitled <em><a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2011/december/perfect-child-disability.html">My Perfect Child</a></em>. I first read a version of this article years ago in the magazine <em>First Things</em>, and it both challenged and encouraged me. <em>(You can find that original, longer version of her article <a href="http://www.firstthings.com/article/2008/10/001-babies-perfect-and-imperfect-23">here</a>.) </em></intro><media description>But in the midst of all this imperfection, hope and healing can be found as we live and love the way our perfect God intends.</media description><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>Confessions of a Sorry Father</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Take this morning for example. Mornings before school can be dicey in general, but for the most part we have our routine down and we’ve learned – parents and kids alike – how to make things run smoothly. Every once in a while, however, someone decides to mix things up. Maybe it’s because the kids [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/confessions-of-a-sorry-father</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_last>4</_edit_last><_edit_lock>1322759284</_edit_lock><intro>I want to be a good father. I even like to think I work pretty hard at it – certainly much harder than I ever imagined I would. But despite my best intentions and in spite of all of my efforts, I am still a pretty sorry father at times. Sorry as in bad, rotten and no good. I can think of some other ways to say it, but I think you get the picture.</intro><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug><media description>There is no doubt my son was wrong, but that’s really not the point at all. My litany of wrongs didn’t make his wrong right. Instead, my behavior made everything worse. I was the problem today – and if I am honest, this wasn’t the first time and, sadly, it won’t be the last.</media description></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>Listening in on Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Grateful to Share My Mother&#8217;s Day Tears flowed down my face today as I sat in church listening to our pastor read the most sincere and sensitive prayer I’ve ever heard offered on Mother’s Day. He started his prayer with thanksgiving to God for welcoming us into His family through adoption by the miracle of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/grateful-to-share-my-mothers-day</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_last>4</_edit_last><_edit_lock>1314891799</_edit_lock><intro>There are times (many times in our home) when mom simply says it best. Such is the case with the thoughts that my wife Amy shared on Mother's Day on the <a href="http://tapestryministry.org/blog">Tapestry Blog</a>. I hope you are encouraged and maybe even challenged a bit by her heartfelt reflections.</intro><media description>I may not be my children’s only mother but I am the only one they can hug, give a homemade card to and say “I love you” to on this special day. So while this special day is about me, it is not “all” about me. I share it with a grateful heart with the women who allowed me to celebrate this special day with the children that we love.</media description></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>On the Road to Discovery</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For example: &#8220;I want my hair long like Mommy&#8217;s!&#8221; Awww, how cute. But it doesn’t stop there. &#8220;He has a big tummy!&#8221; That one is a little awkward, but we can laugh it off. And then there’s this one: &#8220;She has a big bottom like Shrek!&#8221; Oh dear. Clearly, physical appearance is becoming part of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/on-the-road-to-discovery</link>
		<custom_fields><intro>At two and a half, my daughter is too young to wrestle with her identity as a Vietnamese girl being raised in a white family. And yet, as she is starting to discover her appearance and the appearance of others, Elise is beginning to make some observations.</intro><_edit_lock>1304975148</_edit_lock><_edit_last>5</_edit_last><media description>As a surly ogre, Shrek has a hard time fitting in with the rest of the world. I hope my daughter, as a Vietnamese kid being raised by white parents, feels more comfortable and accepted.</media description><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>Anything But Typical</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As an adoptive dad I&#8217;ve come to the place that I can readily acknowledge that all of my kids are little different in some way or another. Different than what, you ask? I’m not entirely sure, but I know that they are different. Most of the time I don’t really think about my kids being [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/anything-but-typical</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_last>4</_edit_last><_edit_lock>1295103292</_edit_lock><media description>I am realizing that I cannot have Carter and have a “typical” son. Far from being any sort of sacrifice, this reality is a blessing from God, for which I am forever thankful. As this atypical son of mine continues making me, day-by-day, into a rather atypical father, I am learning how much I still have to learn. And yet, I clearly see all that he has already taught me.</media description><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>Why Christmas Stinks Sometimes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The kids were home for Christmas break and one son in particular was being more than a handful.  This was very uncharacteristic for him.  The first day we thought it was simply childhood Christmas excitement.  By the second day, we were beginning to lose our patience.  By the time I arrived home this day she [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/why-christmas-stinks-sometimes</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_lock>1295045453</_edit_lock><_edit_last>4</_edit_last><media description>Amidst all of the tinsel and lights, and despite the excitement of being out of school and the anticipation of the gifts and fun of Christmas day, the reality is my kids – not unlike other kids who were adopted – still have profound losses that cannot be erased and must not be ignored.  And sometimes, even against their own wishes, the realities of their past and what they have lost comes crashing in.  Even at happy times like Christmas.</media description><intro>It was the third day in a row, or maybe the fourth.  I don’t exactly recall.  I do, however, vividly remember coming home from work and being met by my normally patient and long-suffering wife declaring in an overly frustrated tone “Here, you deal with him.  I’m done!”</intro><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>Tell Me About It</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Kristin expressed sympathy and Gracie moved on to the next thing, but the image of her palm and of her sad mime tears had burned into my memory. I felt I had utterly failed as an adoptive parent. We&#8217;ve talked a lot about color in our home. We&#8217;ve read books, talked about color in terms [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/tell-me-about-it</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_last>1</_edit_last><intro>The other day, Gracie—my three year old—pointed to the top of her hand and said &ldquo;I&rsquo;m the color of chocolate cake, but my family&rsquo;s the color of this&hellip;&rdquo; She turned her hand over and touched her palm.
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&ldquo;How does that make you feel?&rdquo; Kristin asked. Gracie touched her fingers to the sides of her eyes and pantomimed tears running down her face.</intro><_edit_lock>1292954884</_edit_lock><media description>As adoptive parents, our children will struggle with issues around identity and belonging. A strong attachment and a safe place to dialog can make a world of difference in how they deal with those issues.
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<strong>The Donovan Family.</strong> Clockwise from the top left: Kristin, Matt, Jaimes, Davy, and Gracie</media description><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>Daddy, How Much Did I Cost?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We talk about adoption in our family quite a lot.  Not in the “let’s sit down and have an important talk” kind of way.  It’s simply a part of who we are as a family – our past, our present and our future.  So naturally the topic comes up not infrequently, and when it does [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/daddy-how-much-did-i-cost</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_last>4</_edit_last><_edit_lock>1295044089</_edit_lock><media description>This conversation was yet another reminder of how important it is for me to always seek to understand adoption not just from my perspective as an adoptive parent, but also through the eyes of my children.  Viewed in that way, “how much did I cost?” is a perfectly logical question, and one that deserves more than a quick, ‘textbook’ answer.</media description><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>Becoming a Band-Aid Dad</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Flemons explains in the article her initial aversion to Band-Aids given the tendency of many kids to over-rely on the simple first aid supply that lacks any real inherent healing characteristics. I can relate. However, as I continue to learn more about the important and complex subject of attachment, I have discovered that Band-Aids are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/becoming-a-band-aid-dad</link>
		<custom_fields><_edit_lock>1292255106</_edit_lock><_edit_last>1</_edit_last><media description>I am learning that becoming a Band-Aid Dad is a process. It takes practice and it certainly stretches me at times.  But the more Band-Aids I apply to my kids’ wounds – both seen and unseen – the more I am convinced that Band-Aids lovingly applied really can heal.</media description><intro>Recently I came across an Adoptive Families Magazine article entitled <em><a href="http://www.adoptivefamilies.com/articles.php?aid=2120">Band-Aid Mom</a></em>. In the article, Wendy Flemons, an adoptive mom, asks this important question – <em>“Can a Band-Aid do more than heal a physical wound?”</em> As simple as it may seem, this is a profoundly important question and one that adoptive dads should be equally interested in answering.</intro><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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		<title>What Your Kids Learn From You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It’s not enough to just provide a roof, a bed, and three meals a day. It&#8217;s not enough to team them skills such as long division, basic punctuation, and a jump shot. The actual relationship we have with our kids is incredibly important, and it communicates more than I realized. Here’s a snippet from a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://adoptivedads.org/what-your-kids-learn-from-you</link>
		<custom_fields><media description>A recent post by Donald Miller punched me right in the gut. As the author explains, we play a huge rule in our kids' lives. And just to emphasize the point, here's a picture of my little girl trying on some boxing gloves.</media description><_edit_lock>1289329263</_edit_lock><_edit_last>5</_edit_last><intro>Apparently, it’s not enough to just raise your kid, safely ushering them to high school graduation.</intro><_wp_old_slug></_wp_old_slug></custom_fields>	</item>
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