Here’s another thing about adoption – siblings may exist that we haven’t actually met. Heck, siblings may exist that we don’t even know about.

But when we do know about a sibling, even if we haven’t met them, we love them.  At least that’s how it works in the MPB family. In fact, this mamma bear’s love doesn’t stop at just the child who lives in our home day in and day out. We love our son, and we find that we love our son’s biological family and consider them an extension of our family.

It’s a weird to explain considering we’ve never met his sibling, but it is a deep and it is real.


So, what are we to do when we know a sibling is struggling in a hospital? A struggle we cannot help with. A struggle that bring tears to my eyes as I write these words. A struggle that is every parent’s worst nightmare. A struggle that has many unknowns, but the C word has been tossed out as a very real possibility.

My heart breaks.

Tears flow.

Worry grows.

When we chose open adoption, I had no idea just how hard these things would be. Back then, we focused on the fears of the unknowns of adoption and never really thought about the possibility of loving an extended family in the way we do.

And yet, it’s not my role or even my place to force myself into this situation. And honestly, even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to make a difference.

But what I do know is that I love a child that I don’t even know, and right now all we can do is hope for a magical recovery. And the problem with only being able to hope is that hoping doesn’t feel like we are doing a damn thing.

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As most people know, Mr. MPB and I are really not that into celebrating “hallmark” days like fathers day, mother’s day and even valentines day. And like normal this year we didn’t do much. In fact, without realizing it would be father’s day weekend, we planned a weekend camping trip in the mountains with friends and their toddler. And it turns out, it was the absolutely perfect way to spend father’s day weekend as we spent it with good friends without being tied to our phones as we didn’t have any cell phone coverage. So we:

  • enjoyed fresh mountain air and sunshine.
  • slept in a tent.
  • cooked over a campfire.
  • drank cider and beer.
  • threw more rocks then I can count into the lake.
  • discovered dragonflies.
  • actually liked Doodle MPB as she seemed to relish being outside with us.
  • played at the beach.
  • learned dinosaurs live in the mountains and Santa Clause is in the clouds (Little MPB’s imagination is so much fun right now).
  • found minnows.
  • enjoyed adult conversation after the kids fell asleep.
  • went for a boat ride.
  • played in the forest.
  • we saw two toddlers begin to develop their own little friendship, including walking hand-in-hand.
  • saw wildlife – deer, loons, bears.

Oh, and Little MPB also fell off the dock and into the water even though he was within arm’s reach of 2 adults. Thank all the gods he had is life jacket on from the boat ride so he was incredibly easy to scoop up out the water. But still a near miss that I wish to never experience again. At the beginning of the weekend I actually said if anyone falls into the water it’ll be Little MPB because he loves water so much that he completely lacks respect for water. Because of this we had the rule that anytime we were on the dock he had to hold an adults hand. Somehow he was hand free for a split second, and that’s all it took. So, unfortunately I was right that he’d be the one who would fall in. And maybe even more unfortunately, not even 20 minutes after the fall, while my heart was still racing and I still had tears in my eyes, he was smiling as he told us about how he had fun swimming – the fall didn’t scare him, not even a tiny little bit. Needless to say, we now we have new rule – his life jacket is a mandatory piece of clothing anytime he is at a lake/river, even if we are just on the shore. And I am even more adamant about my believe that all children should learn how to swim as a basic life-safety skill.

So, while the weekend was good (and here are a few photos to show just how beautiful it was) the “swimming” incident aged me at least 10 years.

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