Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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The vacation in between
It’s a hot week. Mom & dad left Europe, and we are waiting for Brian to arrive in Romania for a teen conference. Nearly three decades ago Brian and his team changed my life. And he has been the gift that kept on giving: Through poetry. Stories. Vulnerability. I’m still waiting to settle my memories…
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first love
The hormonal storm calmed down after his youth camp. Maybe the spiritual experience was that good. She waited patiently for his calmer seas. She wasn’t put off, but she observed with curiosity this whole process and soaked it all up. He was madly in love. She happily accepted & relished in his infatuation. Yesterday evening…
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update on my social media
My Facebook got hacked (though a page I managed) and my birth date was changed. The account was locked because I was now in violation of their terms and conditions, due to age restrictions. I was ok loosing Facebook but the problem is that when Meta acquired WhatsApp, it linked my accounts, and now WhatsApp…
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Reset boundaries
Conrad stepped in, but not before dumping on me his frustration or worries. This is due to the fact that I’ve been playing interference as a parent (as a mom of daughters) for too long. I communicate with the girls, I listen to their concerns and objections, we reach agreements. I do this without much…
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The biggest question
“I want you to give me an honest answer. Don’t say yes just because you are my mom.” I feel a bit overwhelmed by all the emotion and responsibility. I play the devil’s advocate often. Also, inadvertently I use reverse psychology and things turn out just right. “Could this work?” She asks. “We are so…
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First hike in august
With mom and dad we could do only some light hikes. And our feet were already itching for the hills. We get ready with the promise of tired legs at the end, a heart pumping healthily in our chests, sweat running down our backs and a clearer mind. I felt teary driving up to the…
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Rescue
Ivy invites me every evening to reflect on the day and pray with them. When Jackie said she doest feel like praying, my heart aches. She is not grumpy, or moody, or tired. Her mind is elsewhere. And after I call her out on her recurring attitude, she said she doesn’t know how to talk…
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Self-doubt
There are seasons in our live when we get knocked of our feet. When we’ve listened to lies for too long. When we held the fort for too long. We are tired and the strength drains out of us. My dearest Halie, you have not lost your light, and your kindness shines through even in…
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About faith as teens
You are prickly when you feel that others expect or demand more of you than you are willing to give. It’s a defense mechanism – a gut reaction. And surprise-surprise: it’s healthy. If you would tone it down before you figure out why you feel this way, you may miss out on an important lesson…
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Trust
Ivy didn’t know what color group to join on the first day of Vbs. Because I didn’t have access to whatsapp where that information was shared. It ls such an experiment- flying dark. On one hand I felt that this is a kind of test. Can I take a break from the hubbub? Can I…
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Meta Identity
It’s easy to talk about identity from a safe place. At the age where I felt that who I am is settled and clear. Small adjustments can be made and are welcomed, but for the most part I stand on solid ground and I can see forever with clarity. Well, this year I have been…
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not in vain
I second guess myself sometimes, and I wonder if kids hear or listen to what I say. This week Jackie was telling mom & I about her conversation with someone she cares deeply about, and how she was encouraging them to reframe their identity on a lasting foundation, not temporary objects, or what other people…
