Author: Violeta

  • Dialogue and connection

    Dialogue and connection

    Jackie, do you know how babies are made? God makes them (duh!) Yes, that’s true, but do you want to know the technical details? Yeeees? she leans in fully focused, wide eyed, intrigued. Evelyn is your biological sister because the same woman gave birth to you both. Wow! That’s so exciting! …Wait, you mean my…

  • Evelyn

    With reverence we enter into your world, sweet Evelyn. Perfect in every way. It feels as if I have known you forever.  Inquisitive eyes, silliness and humor, you locked eyes with your daddy and were drawn to him with surprising warmth. You melted in his arms, resting your head on his chest. What a beautiful…

  • The biggest battle

    The biggest battle

    These last two years of waiting, waiting to meet my youngest daughter, I had to separate my mind from my heart. I know full well what my heart desires, but I also understand my adoptive parenting rights in our current legislative system, and the powerlessness while waiting.  My biggest battle was against bitterness.  It’s easy…

  • Casa Elim

    Casa Elim

    We picked J. up from school and hit the road to Braşov on the highway, cruising in delightful silence taking in the gorgeous January blue & funky sky. We spent the weekend in the mountains with new friends from all over the country and the world. We so needed a change of pace & to get…

  • Scrambling up – in my dream

    Scrambling up – in my dream

    I’m near the top of the mountain. It’s rocky. The type of rocks I love, warm grey, with greenery in its crevasses.  Jackie is ahead of me. I sustain her weight at times, pushing her up with my head. Conrad is nearby too. I hear his muffled encouragement. The wind is howling. We’re near the…

  • At war with sin

    At war with sin

    My mom had a clear understanding of sin as I was growing up. I talk about her boundaries and intuitive parenting skills, but they all boil down to her ability to distinguish sin. In her own life first and foremost. Her ability to live by grace and in consequence extend it to us. But I…

  • About hope, shame and love

    About hope, shame and love

    When I’m excited I overshare.When my husband is excited, he makes stupid jokes. Last night we got to pray for the courage to speak boldly the things that need to be said, and for wisdom to know when to keep silent, and do that the rest of the time. We got so wrapped up in…

  • Because of balance

    Because of balance

    …two heavy bags are easier than one, if you distribute the weight.  We are starting the year with passion and focused energy. We’re laying the foundation for two different platforms, one has already been incorporated as an Association called polylogos.eu and has a clear vision, and resourceful people involved with drive and experience. The other…

  • Tăcut.

    Tăcut.

    Puterea introvertitului într-o lume care nu se poate opri din vorbit. Nu există un șablon omenesc. Fiecare suntem un cumul de informație genetică, experiențe, cultură, context familial, dar mai ales modul unic în care fiecare dintre noi procesam experiențele.  M-am identificat ca introvertită până în adolescență. După primul an de facultate însa am trecut printr-o…

  • A loyal friend

    A loyal friend

    It’s the middle of winter. The temperature doesn’t rise above freezing. It’s not pleasant to be outside for too long these days. The fog is thick and it dresses every surface in white.  But last week we had a few sunny and beautiful days of vacation. We went sledding up the hill and we were…

  • Dragoste în plasament

    Săptămâna trecută am vizitat foștii asistenți maternali ai lui Jackie. Fără presiunea tranziției fiicei noastre sau a limitelor impuse de stat, prietenia noastră evoluează în mod natural. Conversațiile noastre sunt simple, dar cu adâncime în esență.  Vizitându-i ajungem să întâlnim și să ne împrietenim cu ceilalți copii în plasament (care vin, se întăresc, se oblojesc,…

  • Foster love

    Foster love

    Last week we visited Jackie’s former foster parents. Without the pressure of our daughter’s transition or the state imposed boundaries, our friendship evolves naturally. Our conversations are simple but in between the lines we sense greatness and a silver lining.  We get to meet and befriend other foster kids, and that in itself is a…