Kasey's Adoption Fund
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My name is Kasey, although most of the people in my life know me as Aunt Kasey or Ms Burt. My story is not like most other’s stories. When I was a kid, I never dreamt of my wedding day or played wedding with my Barbie dolls. Instead, I’ve always dreamt of the day that I would have kids. I used to cut out pictures of babies from magazines and make scrapbooks of what my family would look like, naming my future children and writing about what they would be like. My Barbies were always shipwrecked on an island with their children. Always saving themselves, never needing a man to come to the rescue. That was me. Always independent.
After babysitting from the age of 12 through college (and loving every minute of it!) - flash forward to 17 years ago when I started teaching music in an inner-city school district. I have poured every bit of my heart and soul into working with some of the most incredible, even when challenging, students. As I began my career, I also began navigating the world of bridal showers, bachelorette parties, and weddings with so many dear friends. Rarely would I envy the friend in the white dress, but then the baby train began about 10 years ago. Enter Aunt Kasey. Whether blood related, or related through the family of friendship, I play Aunt Kasey to dozens of amazing tiny humans. I know my way around baby showers, diapers, lullabies, baptisms, bottles, birthday parties, and can baby charm a screaming infant to sleep in minutes. But at the end of the day, I am on my own.
When I was 37, I decided that I was finished with sitting on the sidelines of motherhood. I knew that I would not be able to afford infertility treatments, as my medical insurance as a teacher does not cover them, so I gave up my apartment, threw my possessions into a storage unit and moved into my best friends’ basement to begin the toughest journey of my life. Over the next 18 months, I got to know the ins and outs of fertility far better than I ever wanted to. I put my body through more fertility drugs than I can remember and, after two different reproductive gynecologists and a total of nine heartbreaking artificial inseminations, I had to stop. My head, my body, and, most of all, my heart could not take any more. “Unexplained infertility” was the only explanation I had. At this point, I knew that adoption was going to be the best route for me. It didn’t matter to me if this child was a part of my DNA, this child was already a part of my heart. Before I could entertain this next turn in the road, I needed to move out of the basement and into a space fitting for starting my own family. I continued to save my pennies, and, in the fall of 2017, I purchased the perfect little house for what will one day hold my little family.
This next step of the journey requires me to rely on the help of others. Sure, all along this path, I have had help and support from so many friends and family members. But this next step requires more help than I have ever needed in my life. You see, based off information from the adoption agency that I have begun to seek information and paperwork from, making my dream come true will cost me $25,000, due within 30 days of receiving the greatest gift of my life. For the first time in my life, I must admit that I cannot do this alone. The strong willed, independent woman that I have always been needs help.
I am asking for what surely seems like a miracle. I am asking for donations in any way that you can manage. I am asking that you share this like crazy on social media. I am asking that you ask others to donate and share my message as well. I cannot promise that I will be the perfect mother, but I can promise you that no other child on this planet will be more loved. This child will grow up traveling and attending family costume parties and playing at the park with all the other little humans in my life. My friends always joke about my idyllic childhood, most of which was centered around music. I look forward to singing around the piano with my child and teaching my child to sing in harmony on long car rides as I was taught. We will go to the zoo with our friends, ride bikes to the library and pack picnic lunches for a hike in the woods. We will find happiness and joy in every day.
I have never felt destined to play a wife. Every fiber of my being feels destined to be a mother. Please help me make this a reality.
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After babysitting from the age of 12 through college (and loving every minute of it!) - flash forward to 17 years ago when I started teaching music in an inner-city school district. I have poured every bit of my heart and soul into working with some of the most incredible, even when challenging, students. As I began my career, I also began navigating the world of bridal showers, bachelorette parties, and weddings with so many dear friends. Rarely would I envy the friend in the white dress, but then the baby train began about 10 years ago. Enter Aunt Kasey. Whether blood related, or related through the family of friendship, I play Aunt Kasey to dozens of amazing tiny humans. I know my way around baby showers, diapers, lullabies, baptisms, bottles, birthday parties, and can baby charm a screaming infant to sleep in minutes. But at the end of the day, I am on my own.
When I was 37, I decided that I was finished with sitting on the sidelines of motherhood. I knew that I would not be able to afford infertility treatments, as my medical insurance as a teacher does not cover them, so I gave up my apartment, threw my possessions into a storage unit and moved into my best friends’ basement to begin the toughest journey of my life. Over the next 18 months, I got to know the ins and outs of fertility far better than I ever wanted to. I put my body through more fertility drugs than I can remember and, after two different reproductive gynecologists and a total of nine heartbreaking artificial inseminations, I had to stop. My head, my body, and, most of all, my heart could not take any more. “Unexplained infertility” was the only explanation I had. At this point, I knew that adoption was going to be the best route for me. It didn’t matter to me if this child was a part of my DNA, this child was already a part of my heart. Before I could entertain this next turn in the road, I needed to move out of the basement and into a space fitting for starting my own family. I continued to save my pennies, and, in the fall of 2017, I purchased the perfect little house for what will one day hold my little family.
This next step of the journey requires me to rely on the help of others. Sure, all along this path, I have had help and support from so many friends and family members. But this next step requires more help than I have ever needed in my life. You see, based off information from the adoption agency that I have begun to seek information and paperwork from, making my dream come true will cost me $25,000, due within 30 days of receiving the greatest gift of my life. For the first time in my life, I must admit that I cannot do this alone. The strong willed, independent woman that I have always been needs help.
I am asking for what surely seems like a miracle. I am asking for donations in any way that you can manage. I am asking that you share this like crazy on social media. I am asking that you ask others to donate and share my message as well. I cannot promise that I will be the perfect mother, but I can promise you that no other child on this planet will be more loved. This child will grow up traveling and attending family costume parties and playing at the park with all the other little humans in my life. My friends always joke about my idyllic childhood, most of which was centered around music. I look forward to singing around the piano with my child and teaching my child to sing in harmony on long car rides as I was taught. We will go to the zoo with our friends, ride bikes to the library and pack picnic lunches for a hike in the woods. We will find happiness and joy in every day.
I have never felt destined to play a wife. Every fiber of my being feels destined to be a mother. Please help me make this a reality.
.
Organizer
Kasey Kristin
Organizer
Columbus, OH
