Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Un Ianuarie tumultos
Am crezut ca începe așa bine. Si chiar a fost fain in prima săptămâna. Am mers într-o călătorie de lucru in Serbia si fetele au venit cu noi. Cu toții am avut o buna dispoziție. Peste așteptări. Dar cum a început școală a început si lupta. O lupta invizibilă de putere. Sau stresul copiilor exprimat…
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Defiance
If I were tired and overstimulated, I would interpret defiance as stubborn disobedience and pointless opposition. What a difference a calm heart and mind can make in the approach to normal day to day new challenges. Saturday I attended a moms’ group and I was reminded of the power of prayer in keeping one’s patience…
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The outcasts during communism
The communism sterilized this society of anything different than “the norm” imposed by them. Intellectuals and believers were imprisoned because they thought outside the box. Ceasusescu tried to create the new man, and increase the strength of the country by increasing its numbers. The law he passed in 1966 making abortion illegal was a purely…
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Daughters
Today’s poems (in Brian’s Bible study of the book of Mark) inspired me. I never questioned my identity as a daughter. My father couldn’t hide his pride in us, to the nourishment of our soul (and the slight frustration of my humble mom).I felt loved and seen and delighted in. As I adopted two daughters,…
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Capacity for more
A friend called to tell me about a baby abandoned in Brasov. She was initially taken home, but the family is rather disorganized and the baby has a thyroid problem. The doctor sent her home with treatment and instructions, but the family didn’t give her the medicine at all. And brought her back and released…
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Capacity for friendship
I believe my capacity is quite limited. But then, as I count my friends, I find I have too many. In different stages, we’ve expanded our social groups. As our friends also outgrown their stage in life, everyone gently moved away, like icebergs drifting, but not with sadness or disappointment but with ease and serenity.…
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Selective friendships
If being loved and included by all is your goal, you will fail. Rejection is one of the most painful feelings one can experience, no matter how mature or old. The sooner you figure out it is still part of being alive, the better.Some protect themselves from rejection by isolating themselves. That doesn’t mean they…
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Children & apologies
You’ve got to let them come to you. This year with Jackie has been like that. Give her space. Be available. She’ll come to you. I love the teenage years, challenging as they may be. She is maturing under my own eyes and we are building a strong relationship. She is curious and challenges the…
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ivy is 8
She is the baby in the house. We try to elevate her, give her responsibilities which she fulfills with timely commitment and joy. But then she retreats in her baby stage, soft voice, cute demeanor. Not my favorite but I love her nonetheless. When we visit friends, babies are drawn to her like bees to…
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Embracing peace
Growing pains – letting kids try imperfectly. Whoever finishes last Conrad set an impromptu rule that he/she does the dishes. Jackie did them yesterday. And she did them well, to my delight. Tonight Ivy did the dishes, and even cleaned the food cacher. I decided not to get mad anymore. I used to think that…
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Anger as a gift
I did not get angry before becoming a mom. I felt angry but I didn’t give in to this feeling. It wasn’t necessary. There was no place or use for it. I was never wronged in such a way to cause me to call out my anger and use it as a shield. On the…
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Prayer for wisdom
As a little girl and a teen I always prayed for wisdom. There were so many things I felt I didn’t know. I tried to not tempt God. I asked for things that He promised He could give me. “Ask for wisdom and you shall receive it in abundance.” But wisdom is like a river.…
