• Riding shotgun with Ben

    Sixteen.ย What a milestone! Happy birthday, Ben!ย 

    This boy has kept me on my toes since the day he was born, but heโ€™s also shown me the world from a different perspective, taught me so much, and helped deepen my relationship with Jesus. Iโ€™m truly grateful for his life and being here together. 

    There are things about Benโ€™s story I really want to share, but mental health is such a personal journey that Iโ€™m holding those details close to my heart. Of all the 16 years, the past few years have specifically been quite a journey, but I know weโ€™ve come out stronger and closer together. And Iโ€™m excited about the story I believe God is going to continue writing in my boyโ€™s life. 

    Ben loves golf, his dog, Red Bull, riding the four-wheeler, and driving his 2017 Dodge Ram 1500. Thatโ€™s right, my boy has a truck. If youโ€™ve been around him the last few weeks, Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ve heard about it! Heโ€™s a pretty good driver, and Iโ€™m to the point I make grocery orders, respond to texts, and add things to my calendar while Iโ€™m riding shotgun. He canโ€™t get his license until at least April, so Iโ€™ll just make myself comfortable in that passenger seat. He prefers work over school, loves playing Clash Royale, and is a good friend to many people of all ages.ย 

    Benโ€™s life is a gift to our family and so many others. I pray he continues to see that and trust that God has good, good plans for him. We celebrated his 16th birthday this weekend with friends and family at Top Golf and Putt Shack. Fore! Hereโ€™s to another year of knowing and loving my boy. 

    Happy birthday, Ben! You make me laugh, challenge my first-born ways, and bless so many. I hope you continue to draw near to God and trust what He has for you from here.ย 

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    Look back on my boyโ€™s life: 1 year old. 2 years old. 3 years old. 4 years old. 5 years old. 6 years old. 7 years old. 8 years old. 9 years old. 10 years old. 11 years old. 12 years old. 13 years old. 14 years old. 15 years old. I share more of Benโ€™s adoption story in my book โ€œPeace in the Process: How Adoption Built My Faith & My Family,โ€ which is available on Amazon.

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  • The beauty of open adoption

    Throughout the years, weโ€™ve always talked about their infant adoptions with our kids. Even so, I think their stories come with a fair amount of fantasizing about what their biological families look like, physically and in every other way. Generally, open adoption seems messy, but I’ve also been blessed to see the beauty.

    Cate met her birth mom when she was 6. Circumstances with the mutual loved ones who were our initial connection put us all in the same place, so it was a natural progression. It was wonderful for Cate to put a face with a name. Over the next few years, she saw her birthmom a few more times and could reach out to her today, if need be. Her biological maternal grandparents send birthday cards and gifts each year. 

    Ben, 15, hasnโ€™t met his birth mom, but, throughout the years, he has met some biological people: a half-brother, a half-sister, and a maternal grandpa. I think even just knowing they exist and how they fit into his story has been beneficial for him as he processes his story of becoming a Taylor. 

    Rachel, who is 10, asked ot meet her birth mom for years because I felt like the time was right. I reached out to her birth mom as Rachelโ€™s 10th birthday approached and asked what she thought about us taking her to dinner. She was all for it. We found a good time in September and met at Rachelโ€™s favorite restaurant. Her sweet birth mom brought her a birthday present, and the two of them asked and answered lots of get-to-know-you questions about favorites, movies, shows, family, and experiences. It was a sweet time that I felt privileged to witness.

    November is National Adoption Awareness Month. I recognized adoption is complicated and beautiful. The goodness that comes from building families this way starts with grief every single time. Iโ€™m thankful for my kidsโ€™ stories, the faithfulness of their biological families in loving them from afar, and the opportunities weโ€™ve had to build relationships through open adoptions. 

    I also realize every adoption story is different. I can quickly draw some parallels in my kidsโ€™ individual stories, but there are plenty of differences too. Adoption is relational in every sense, and that means each birth mom is her own person. Likewise, each child processes adoption differently as they grow up. 

    My kids, who were raised in the same house over the past 18 years, each have been affected differently by adoption. The circumstances that brought them to us were also unique. Their brain development in the womb, God-given personalities, and childhood experiences give them a perspective that is unlike anyone elseโ€™s โ€“ and thatโ€™s both beautiful and challenging. I donโ€™t know parenting apart from these three kids who came to us through the gift from other women. 

    Adoption Resources

    Other resources, including lists of books, grants, and past blog posts, are available on my website.ย I also previously wrote about my firstborn daughter meeting her birth mom in 2013.

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  • Hello, 15!

    Happy birthday to my boy!ย 

    โ€œI won’t pretend / That we can control the night / Or what kind of road we’re on / Or where we will see the light / But right now I’m talking to ya / I’m looking into your eyes / Right now I’m trying to show ya / That we’re gonna be alright โ€ฆโ€

    Fifteen doesnโ€™t seem like a big deal nestled between becoming a teenager and learning to drive a vehicle on the actual road, but somehow fifteen still seems monumental. And, honestly, Iโ€™m glad to move on from the last year when a perfect storm of ADHD, medicine side effects, hormones, identity struggles complicated by adoption, and general middle school woes hung around my boyโ€™s life.

    โ€œ… Oh, I don’t know / What’s around the bend / Oh, all I know / Is that my love / It knows no end โ€ฆโ€

    I love birthdays. I love marking time and growth and possibilities. But I donโ€™t know that Ben loves birthdays as much as I do, which, honestly, has been a hard realization for me to have. But itโ€™s also okay. 

    The parenting advice is loud these days, but I really do agree with one piece Iโ€™ve heard throughout the years: Become an expert in your kids. Understand their personalities. Recognize their strengths. Pray for their weaknesses. Create boundaries that make sense for them.

    Doing that this year with my middle boy has been a whole study of its own, but Iโ€™m so grateful for how far heโ€™s come. And, honestly, me too. Iโ€™ve grown as a person because I get to be Benโ€™s mom. And isnโ€™t that really how life is supposed to be?

    Even deciding on how to celebrate his 15th birthday was a whole endeavor. I threw out several birthday options: A big โ€˜ole party. An outing to an escape room with friends. Dinner with friends. Camping out with some guys. Going somewhere else with some guys. He decided on a low-key day with his family. We went shopping in Paducah and enjoyed hibachi for dinner. My alarm went off at 2:56 pm while we were checking out at Academy Sports so we could celebrate the moment this boy came into the world.

    โ€œ… All these pieces, they fall in line / Because I’m forever on your side / Take my hand when you can’t see the light / ‘Cause I’m forever on your side / I will carry you every time / ‘Cause I’m forever on your side โ€ฆโ€

    I told some friends recently how I love seeing Benโ€™s gifts come out in ordinary life. He thrives with a job or task. Heโ€™s so good with younger kids โ€“ funny yet responsible. Heโ€™s quick to put something together, handle technical difficulties, and volunteer to help a teacher. Heโ€™s filming the varsity girls’ basketball this season, which is a good role for him because he will be there anyway with his dad coaching, his sister playing, and his mom being the accidental athletic director. He loves Red Bull (which I let him have about twice a year), pestering his younger sister, and his dog Balto

    Life with Ben hasnโ€™t necessarily been what I expected as his mom, but God has been there both in the midst of the surprises and the ordinary days. Weโ€™ve grown and changed and settled into where weโ€™re created to be. 

    โ€œ… They’ll beat you up / But don’t let ’em keep you down / ‘Cause you’re always tough enough / And I’ll always be around โ€ฆโ€

    Happy birthday to the boy who keeps me on my toes, finally likes to sleep in, and is generally up for whatever adventure comes our way. I truly wouldnโ€™t be the same without you, Benjamin Lucas. Iโ€™m forever on your side โ€“ and Iโ€™m thankful God is with us both. 

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    The song quoted throughout and linked in the last paragraph is โ€œIโ€™m Forever On Your Sideโ€ by Needtobreathe and has been part of the soundtrack of motherhood for me, especially this past year. I share more of Benโ€™s story in my book โ€œPeace in the Process: How Adoption Built My Faith & My Family,โ€ which is available on Amazon.

    Look back on my boyโ€™s life: 1 year old. 2 years old. 3 years old. 4 years old. 5 years old. 6 years old. 7 years old. 8 years old. 9 years old. 10 years old. 11 years old. 12 years old. 13 years old. 14 years old.ย