Outdoorsy writer who loves to explore, learn and teach.
Dear Future Family,
I'd like to thank you for your courage. I pray that you can see your strength and believe how precious you are. You deserve the hope of the future. I pray that one day your baby will show the same strength of character: to choose life and hope in every circumstance.
My name is Kristi. I'm a homestudy-ready single lady in my thirties, with a steady job in customer service, a 100-year-old house (it's had a lot of updates, but still bears a few creaky floorboards to maintain character) and a bunch of pets. I'm a small-time Indie novelist and occasional-poet who loves to sing in the car - ONLY the car, because I can't carry a tune in a bucket. Maybe not even in a cow trough.
I grew up in a tiny farming town. My family didn't have livestock, but they were all over the place. I was 16 the first time I saw a sign warning drivers that cows might cross the highway; why didn't everyone know that?!?
When we moved to a college town of 14,000 people, I thought it was the big city! I'd never lived within walking distance of a library, which was marvelous; never had to shovel a sidewalk, which was fun the first few times.
In my home, we laugh a lot. We work together, welcome friends, raise critters, flowers and food. Rather than travel long distances for long time periods, we take quarterly day trips; there's a lot to see around here, and it's more cost-effective. We're friendly with our neighbors and want to see everyone succeed. Life can be really hard sometimes, but it can also be really good - and that is what I want to show a child or children.
My mom and I combined our resources and credit scores in 2020, and bought a house. We split the bills, housework and yardwork. After my company-provided maternity leave Grandma will be able to watch the baby(ies) while I'm at work.
From my earliest memories, I've always wanted to be a mom - and wanted to adopt. This was my first choice for building a family, even before I learned that I am physically incapable of carrying a child.
My older sister is a birthmom, and my younger sister was adopted. My grandparents adopted three of their five kids; one of Mom’s cousins was adopted; one of my cousins and her husband adopted their two kids. My best friend and her husband recently adopted a young sibling group out of foster care. In my church and work communities alike, there are many families formed through adoption: kinship, domestic, international, foster, private. Some of the families look eerily similar in spite of not sharing DNA, while others are beautifully, brazenly conspicuous. My tribe is excited to embrace another child, and adoption is familiar to all of them.
I believe our hearts are elastic, and can always stretch around "one more" no matter how many times "one more" comes into our lives. If you let me, I will wrap my heart around your child and love them wholly, unreservedly, with every fiber of my being. I will love you, too. I will appreciate you for who you are. I will honor and speak well of you, and will always want you to thrive. I will always want your child to know you.
Thank you for considering me to parent your baby. I pray that you will have peace, clarity, and confidence in your decision, and that your hopes are fulfilled. Whatever choice you make out of pure love, is the right choice.