Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Rant in blocked care
Am I the only one who cares? When the floor is covered with a day’s clothes, mixed with toys, and books… and these are just the big items. Sprinkled between there are lego men and kinder egg toys. Every single day. I sort through the clean and dirty socks, I sort toys, I make beds,…
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blocked care
“If I feel this way, others must experience similar feelings.” I have this unconfirmed-by-facts sense of familiarity with the world around me. It has been a launching pad for courage: “If not me, then who?” I feel nervous or afraid, but the truth needs to be spoken or the action be taken, and I step…
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Hopeful
As I was getting ready for bed, I clicked and listened to this interview. I stumbled on this woman’s blog (Andreea) a few year ago, and it was so poignant, it moved me to tears every time I would read it. At some point I got to meet her mom share her story in an…
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Perspective
This is what most of us lack these days. You can’t will yourself into having genuine perspective. Sometimes you have to step out of your familiar surroundings and gain perspective. When Ivy talks over Jackie, Daddy uses the opportunity to impart the awareness of perspective. How does it feel when someone talks over you? Perspective…
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Burnout & hot chocolate
Burnout. I feel it all around me. Spread like wildfire. The burnout of life, the tedious day-in and day-out, of social distancing like a home arrest. We all used all our tricks to adapt, to survive and in some cases to thrive. We were not the most extravagant parents before, but we had our sense…
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Reset button
It was a cold Saturday. The air smelled like snow, through it is already April. At 1 PM we were scheduled to get our first dose of the vaccine. And at the same exact time we got a notification from Ikea that they are delivering some stuff, straight from Bucuresti. As luck would have it,…
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Transition while staying put
I like to complete projects. I have lived with loose ends for months now. And I noticed a tendency, to pick up new projects in a subconscious hope to complete some, any of them. My plate is overflowing, like a crazy lavish Thanksgiving dinner. And I keep piling on. And the salad doesn’t fit properly…
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Second Mothers book club concluded
Tocmai am încheiat cu succes (adică pline de încurajare si speranța) clubul de carte “A doua mama”. O mămica adoptiva m-a întrebat daca stiu de vreun grup de suport post adopție la care ar putea participa. M-a mișcat profund aceasta întrebare vulnerabila. Pentru ca am rezonat cu nevoia acestei noi prietene, de conectare si suport.…
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Should I have known this?
It takes skill and grace to walk along side kids and teach them about the world, without tripping or falling behind or walking too fast. Instigating self doubt. I personally have carried a heavy burden as a kid. I beat myself up with this self reflection: “I should have known this.” I found healing only…
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Grandkids
My nephew wanted to spend Friday night at bunici: his paternal grandparents, my parents, who live downstairs in the same building block as us. He is 3 and he is funny and self-confident and stubborn. He loves his little cousin Ivy, because she is near his age. He is loyal and self-aware and talks a…
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Povestea noastră pe scurt
La sfârsit de iarnă, la capătul puterilor, n-am știut dacă am ceva coerent de spus. Mă surprinde bucuria ce transpare în ochii mei, pentru că de fapt eram extrem de obosită. Am ales să accept invitația de a povesti despre adopție în cadrul acestui proiect, pentru că, așa cum editorul filmulețuilui a scos ce-i mai…
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Un an de acomodare
Gandindu-ma inapoi la primul an cu Jackie, imi aminteam ca prin vis ca a fost foarte greu. Foarte frumos dar epuizant. Aveam insa energie stocata amandoi. Bucuria noului statut de parinti, care vedeau lumea prin ochii unui copil, compensa orice greu. Imi amintesc ca eram mereu in alerta si nu ma puteam relaxa, nici cand…
