Author: Violeta

None of us slept well.

The days are long and full. And we live life to the fullest, differently than we used to. Jaclyn learns, says and does new things every day, and I can’t keep up with recording them. Many of them I store them up in my heart.

As a kid I was so embarrassed when I was corrected by other adults, other than my parents. I sensed their disapproval, their judgement and displeasure …and I was disappointed with my parents for not telling me first, how or what to do, or not to do.

My blood boils at the thought that my daughter could be bullied, not by kids but adults responsible for her, like kindergarten aids or teachers. I hear of all these stories…

What if we idealized parenting? What if we wished for it so much and we overestimated our abilities and stamina? Were there ever any new parents disappointed or utterly exhausted by the new role? …And thought to themselves: “what have we done?”

We spent an hour reading and singing songs from Osana Osana. I sang one of her favorite song more than 10 times, mixed in with others. It’s her first official night here, and it’s smooth sailing. The bedtime routine is stretched and lavish …Meh, it’s not harming. It’s just spoiling her with attention, love and…

Jaclyn is more proper than I was at her age. She is more social, and was taught o greet people, and introduce herself and be perfectly pleasant. As she became our daughter, when feeling under the weather (mostly because she met people just as we got out of the car, and she does get car…

During our classes last summer, the social worker made an off-handed comment about how occasionally kids go in developmental reverse as they are adopted. New parents, instead of challenging the kid to continue to grow and be independent, will want to cuddle and “help” them with everything, even though they had already started doing things…

Find something personally enjoyable in everything. I learned this in marriage. Do not disregard yourself completely, as you deprive the other of your true self, while starting to resent your own sacrifice.

They told us that the adjustment to our new life together is harder on the parents than on the child. Makes total sense. And I don’t deny it. Yet we are in the midst of an actual adjustment, of finding our place in the new formed family. I am stretching my mental and emotional endurance…

“We are drowning in information yet we are starving of wisdom.”