Featured Stories

To The Moon

ToTheMoon_Header.pngOf two things I am certain 1) that my daughter loves me and 2) that I made the right choice. I am a birthfather and 15 years ago I chose to place my daughter, Belle, in open adoption.

When I think back about Belle’s birth and pregnancy, it’s hard to pinpoint any singular moment in time when her birthmother and I decided that adoption was right for us. There was no “light-bulb” moment, no aligning of the stars. It’s complicated and it was hard for us and our families, but it was the right choice for Belle. I am 32 years old now and it still makes my heart race just think back about that time in my life. 

Beautiful Connections

BeautifulConnections_header.pngI was recently asked if I could imagine my life differently—if adoption wasn’t a part of it. Just the thought seemed almost impossible!

If the Neimer’s weren’t a part of it? You see, the Neimer’s are my family. I’m 32 years old and they’ve been family for almost 15 years. Can you imagine your life without part of your family? Yeah, me neither.

We may have not become family in the most conventional way—whatever that means—but we are family. We are family because God hand-picked each of us to be a part of a child’s life. His plans began well before the summer of 1999, but that is when a sweet baby girl named Taylor was born and the joining of our families began.

I was 17 when I found out that I was pregnant. My first thought being, “wait a minute, this kind of thing does not happen to someone like me!” 

Only Love

Not every child who is adopted was unwanted. I believe there is only love in adoption. Even if the birth mother can’t say it or see it, there is only love. Even if she can’t understand it, giving the child a life is only love. 

When I was eighteen years old, I got pregnant. The first time I had sex. I wasn’t planning on having sex. I was planning on having dinner with a guy who said he wanted to have dinner. I found myself in a situation I didn’t really know how to get myself out of. I was naive. I guess I thought that if I just gave in, got it over with, I could go home and forget the whole thing.

Dream a Little Dream

Amanda_before_flip.pngMy journey as a mother started when I was 14 years old. I went to bed one night with not a care in the world, little did I know a dream would change my life forever.

My foster mother woke me up one morning before she went to work, and the first words out of my mouth were "I need a pregnancy test." Luckily she had one on hand. When I got the results, my heart stopped. I thought my life was over, but little did I know, it was just beginning.

The Secret Inside Me

secret_gallery_family.jpgI grew up in a Christian home outside Portland, Oregon. As a child and teenager I talked the talk, but deep down I desired to live like the rest of the world. As soon as I turned 18 I rebelled.

Thinking I was invincible, I got involved with drinking, drugs and fooling around with boys. Eventually my poor choices caught up with me, and I became pregnant at 20. But instead of accepting the consequences of my immature behavior and making better decisions, I sunk further into my selfishness and hid my pregnancy from everyone around me.

The Potter and Clay

clay_gallery_bible.jpgWhen Clay was 29 years old, his parents received a letter from a woman claiming to be his biological mother. She said her name was Priscilla. And she had been searching for him for seven years.

Throughout his life, Clay had struggled with his identity as an “adopted” son. Reconnecting with Priscilla turned out to be more life-changing than either of them could have imagined. Clay discovered that he was the center of one of the greatest acts of determination and heroism he’d ever heard of, and Priscilla re-opened the deepest wound of her childhood. But in the process, both began a healing process that could have only come from dragging a lifelong secret into the light...

Someone Pinch Me

adoptionstory_ashley.jpgMeet Ashley, our dear friend and founder of Blessings in a Basket. Ashley describes life as a birth mom. 

Recently I had the great opportunity to participate in a community adoption event. As I took a step back to watch and listen to all the amazing people around me, brought together to celebrate and to bring awareness, I found myself getting emotional. I was so overwhelmed by this giant family that I was now a part of all because of a decision that I made many years ago.

Looking back over the past 8 years it always comes at such a shock to me - this is my life.

One family’s adoption story

bravelove-family_photo.jpegWe were a sweet little family of three. Our daughter, Jessica was our heart and we felt so blessed to have such a happy family. Our home was filled with laughter, joy and unconditional love.

Although we were a very happy and close family, we felt like a very, very special person was missing. We tried for several years to have another child but it just was not meant to happen. It soon became clear that God had another plan for us. Adoption was the answer we were looking for and we knew with all our hearts it was a beautiful way to build a family.

Our journey began on a clear October morning when my husband, daughter and myself sat down and started working on the paperwork for our adoption. The minute we began the process we felt something very special. We knew with each step of the journey we were closer to the little soul that was missing.

Hearts Wide Open

An adoptive mom talks about her son’s open adoption…

Meet Carey and discover how open adoption has impacted her family’s life in a positive way.

We have an open adoption, and we have the most open relationship with our son’s birth parents that I’m familiar with. It was actually the only specific request we had while we were praying for our adoption. That we would be able to find a couple that wanted to be as open as we did. God was there and more than answered our prayers.

I can tell you our adoption was out of the ordinary, definitely not the norm, but the best way to describe it is just to recount what took place.

The Heart Has Its Ways

Meet Patty. Read her story and learn how adoption has impacted her life. A grandmother speaks about adoption…

My attitudes toward adoption started many years ago, over fifty, actually. Rosanne and I were like sisters. We attended the same high school, and were in each other’s weddings. In those days of hush-hush adoptions, her mother, my aunt, never spoke of how she came into our family, but I didn’t care. As a child I can remember thinking how wonderful adoption must be because without it we wouldn’t have had Rosanne. Even though we live far apart, to this day she remains an important part of my life.

I remember like it was yesterday how adoption really became personal to me. Our twins, Gina and Margaret, were surprises, born when I was well into my thirties. They have always been close, as only identical twins can be, and we laugh about how we couldn’t tell them apart as babies. Ours was a loving home, but with fairly strict rules of behavior, curfews, and no single dates until the girls’ senior year.