Category: Adoption
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Her dream last night
Jackie wakes up cheerful and rested. As of late she tells us what she dreamt about. The last few times there were boats in her dream; and her dreams are pretty epic.
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Through her eyes
The best way to empathize is to put myself in my daughter’s shoes, to see the journey through her eyes. I often quote her wittiness. So why not tell her story the way I remember processing the world when I was her age.
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The grief box
I haven’t found my words yet. The irony doesn’t escape me that I have to have such conversations face to face. Yesterday I cried. As the sense of irritation turned into deep sadness. Then I went to one of my last post adoption support group meetings.
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That first year
I had mentioned before that I lost a lot of weight in those first months of parenting. Looking back I realize how hard it was. But we didn’t know it then. It was also wonderful. And the wonder and joy was all that we could see.
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Fierul ascute fierul
Eram la o minunata reuniune lunară cu parinti adoptivi, si s-a pus o întrebare: cu ce ne trezim ca ne luptam, din tiparele pe care nici nu știam ca le avem, ca parinti.
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In asteptarea celei de-a doua fiice
Era o toamna calda ca asta, cand cu emotie, cu anticipare si frica, asteptam sa devenim parinti pentru prima data. Au trecut doi ani de atunci. Ne-am pregatit de impact, ca doi naufragiati pe mare. Am ales sa vorbim deschis despre decizia noastra de a adopta. Asa am simtit in inima noastra ca e mai…
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A vivid dream
We went for a visit to J’s former foster parents. And there she was. J’s younger sister. A small girl, dressed in light colored garments with frills. I stretched my arms to hold her. My arms ached. She felt so heavy. My arms felt weak. As if they were made of led. But I held…
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La miezul noptii, trezita de ploaie in munti, am scris asta
Dintre miile de posibilități si optiuni, ți-am pregătit una specială pe care ai ales-o. Și pe asta o știi. E viața ta cum s-a petrecut pana acum. Si e ok. Lucram cu ea. E chiar foarte bine.
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Food for thought
First time we got certified as adoptive parents we took a class and among many others we had to write a letter to the woman who gave birth to the child we will adopt.
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News
It’s raining. Jaclyn woke up early to come with me and Rufus for a morning walk. She talked and sang, and bossed Rufus around.