This guest post is by Kim Wallis, a hopeful adoptive mother. It is part of A Dad’s Devotion, a month-long series of original stories related to adoption, fatherhood and Father’s Day.
I think I was luckier than most daughters because I had two dads. I was adopted when I was 15 by my step-father — probably not an age that most think of when adoption comes to mind. He’d been co-parenting me since I was 7 when he married my mom.
Our new family moved for a few years to Singapore from Canada, where I am from, and then for good to Raleigh, North Carolina when I was 12. It then became apparent that adoption would be the best for me as my relationship with my biological dad had become more difficult as his ability to parent across the miles was near impossible. Continue reading