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Happy Siblings Day


Of anything that I have accomplished in life, nothing has more meaning to me, than being a father to both of my daughters.

Since the days they were placed in my arms, I did all that I could to nurture them, teach them, and inspire them to cherish and love each other. They often hear me tell them, “you are going to be best friends.”

Just as a younger sister would be expected, she looks up to her older sibling, not necessarily following in her footsteps, but learning from her. Will the things she sees be perfect? Not always. But that is what will form her own direction.

My daughters make a great team together. Whether it be playing a claw game, or some other arcade entertainment, or helping each other with a school assignment, they have learned early on, that they can rely on each other.

Not only do they have fun with each other, sometimes gut wrenching laughter, they remind me how much there is to enjoy in life. They have no issue with, or allowing themselves to be silly.

It has been one of the biggest blessings of my life to have the title of “Dad” to my daughters. I am amazed at all that they have done through the years, mostly with their own initiative, and know that whatever they put their mind to as adults, happening right now in fact, they will achieve it.

The next several years will be an adjustment for them, physically being apart from each other. Except for an occasional overnight or trip, this has never happened. But as I have already learned, technology gives us so many more opportunities to keep in touch than we had decades ago. These next few years will develop who they will be in the world. But forever, they will always be siblings, and yes, best friends.

Siblings, Best Friends


There are a few times in my life, that I must admit, I have “winged” it. The biggest part of my life, came with very little experience, my daughters. As an ACOD (adult child of divorce), my memories, thoughts, and ideas of parenting and child relationships come from a different perspective than others from the “traditional” families.

I grew up without my Dad present most of my childhood. The relationship between my sister and I changed as we grew older, and we grew apart. Friends that I knew, that had both parents, or had siblings, did not share these same experiences as I did. But I knew one thing for sure, while I could not have those experiences myself, I wanted my daughters to have those experiences, those relationships.

Unfortunately, their mother and I would divorce. But unlike my father, I stayed involved with my daughters as much as I could. I wanted to be their role model for morals, education, relationships. I wanted to be someone that they knew they could count on to come to, when they had something that needed to be dealt with. Most importantly, I want (and that is present tense on purpose) them to know, I will always support and encourage them as they steamroll into adulthood. I am hoping that they will have a better footing on life than I did when I started.

But if life plays out the way that it should, my daughters will have much more time with each other, than they got to have with me. And that is why I believed in building the bond between them, as early as possible.

From this moment, my second adoption in two years, a sibling relationship was created. They would play with each other, laugh with each other, perhaps scheme with each other, most importantly, love each other.

For sixteen years, it has been this way. And I feel good about their future together as siblings. They will be separated for the first time in their lives soon enough, with one heading off to college, and the other soon after. They will start their own lives with what they have learned in schools, and with what they were taught by me. Reunions with each other will require a little more thought to coordinate everyone’s availabilities. And with technology, we are all just a Factime or Zoom away from each other.

The other afternoon, I stepped inside the convenience store to pay for my gas. As I was waiting, I noticed a pair of children, clearly brother and sister. They were helping each other select a package of candy their parents allowed them to get. But their parents were outside pumping gas. They were completing this task on their own. After selecting their choice, they approached the counter clerk, and the older brother proceeded to pull some money out of his pocket, while his younger sister looked up at her brother proudly, as he paid for their snacks. No bickering. No tantrums. Just cooperation.

Was it like this all of the time for them? It could be. I know when it came to my daughters, I had never witnessed any knockdown dragout arguments between them. Quite the contrary. As they have grown, and developed their own interests and strengths, they have learned to count on each other for assistance whether one assists the other with an art project, or a math assignment.

Seeing the young siblings reminded me just how far I had come from with my daughters, and as I recall the last sixteen years of their sibling relationship, I am pretty sure I got it right.

3/14… More Than Just “Pie Day” To Me


March 14th, 2004, my life changed forever, and for the best.

The date is easy for me to remember, as it was my grandfather’s birthday. More currently, and perhaps more popularly, March 14th, or numerically, 3/14, just a slight reconstruction of the numbers, and you have the number “pi” 3.14, hence “Pi Day.”

But on March 14th, eighteen years ago, my oldest daughter was placed in my arms by a loving caregiver from the social welfare institute in China where she was living. I had become a father for the first time, immediately knowing that I would want to bring home a sister for her by repeating the same adoption process.

I remember landing in Hong Kong on March 13th. Our guide had informed us, to get some sleep. We were going to the government center to meet our daughter the next morning, two days earlier than planned. I was definitely not going to complain about that.

We had travelled with several other families, all having gone through the paperwork and screening processes. All of us were gathered in a large room, some sitting, some standing. Everyone had cameras in hand.

Then came the noise, babies crying. A lot of babies. There were here. They had arrived.

This is the actual moment when I saw my daughter for the first time. Having always known my daughter for being observant her whole life, I could see in this picture, she was taking everything in, like something was going on, but just what. Fortunately, she has always been a kid who rolls very easily with changing situations.

We spent a little less than two more weeks in China, before heading home. Then the fun would begin, being a Dad, going through all the stages from talking and walking, helping with homework, teaching activities like riding a bike and skiing, birthday parties, vacations and now, approaching graduation.

Anyone who knows me, knows, I am not ready to let go. At the same time, I am so anxious, proud, happy, and excited for her next stage of life. She has an amazing gift, and with her next level of studies, she will fine tune that talent, and her future will be set.

With my long term cancer survivor issues, I never thought I would see this day fourteen years ago. But I have made it. Nothing has stopped me from getting to this milestone, in both of our lives. And with her sister right behind her, this rush that the three of us are experiencing right now, is only going to get more exciting.

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