Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Happiness through built confidence
Happiness is feeling useful, capable, independent. We cater to our kids and making this easy for them and in return rob them of the satisfaction of knowing they can do Jh are things. My almost preteen daughter can be moody, and it worries me as these are not the hormones. It is purely contextual. Everything…
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The cost of raising kids
On a warm summer day, we were sitting on the sidewalk with the other moms, talking about having kids. And how many kids is manageable financially. Many parents I know took their kids to private kindergartens and private schools, which cost more money than we spend on a monthly basis. When we paid off our…
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Invitation
It’s Sunday morning. I hear a knock on the door. Rufus hears it too and barks his head off. He gets really worked up when someone’s at the door. Extreme enthusiasm. We don’t get visitors at the door often. But when we do, it’s the neighborhood kids. Conrad jokingly said: any kid that shows up…
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First school week is over
“This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult—once we truly understand and accept it—then life is no longer difficult. Because once it has been accepted, the fact that life is…
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Simple rules
After I had a good conversation with Jackie about decision making and empowering her to try, to step forward, to decide for herself many of the daily choices, because I trust her judgement and I believe she will make mostly good decisions, the next day I softened my passion, added some creativity and told ivy…
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Decision fatigue
I woke up with this phrase that truly defines why I feel so tired. Today both girls start going to school and I’m most excited that they won’t ask for my permission or opinion about anything. For 4 h/day each, they will ask someone else or listen to someone else. Yesterday mid day j asked…
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Reset talk
I spent one weekend morning pouring my heart in my journal. It was cathartic to sort it all out. A few hours later Conrad asked me if I’m ok. I said I’m not. And we had a lengthy deep clarity giving conversation. I had started shutting down in the recent weeks. And it is dangerous…
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Living offline
I had snapped a few cute pictures of my girls. The perfect light, their clever smile, with the house key adorning their neck, a sign of independence. I wanted to post it on insta as we played basketball in front of our house. We also had a street party. Everyone was having a good time.…
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Respond. Don’t react.
While overthinking is my downfall (as i get lost in it, in a storm of emotions, spiraling) reflecting calmly and purposefully on a challenging aspect of my life has granted me insight and helped me devise a plan to overcome shortcomings. The new one on my plate is grasping the difference between reacting and responding. …
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Contextual angst
It’s that time of month. I have learned to push through. Ignore the occasional excruciating pain. I don’t usually medicate. IN the states I discovered midol, acetaminophen to take the edge off. Yesterday I felt nauseous from pain. And last night I couldn’t sleep for five hours. I finally gave in and took a pill at…
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Fruit of the spirit
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. I saw this verse from Galatians on instagram and I felt convicted in my heart. My tree is dry and bare. It has a few low fruit hanging. But it is not lush with joy, peace, forbearance, gentleness.…
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Tata turns 70 tomorrow
My parents celebrate their birthdays one after the other. Mama is a year younger than Tata. And they are 30 years older than me. We find ourselves at the turn of the decade, enjoying a slow pace of summer. August is hot and sluggish. And not pretentious. Reflecting on the gifts of my parents, I…
