Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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A doua mama
Am venit cu inima si mintea distrase, nepregatite, deși am avut o oră de liniște înainte de Book club. Cu două saptamâni înainte fusesem așa miscata cand am citit capitolul despre destinul copiilor noștri adoptați, prin prisma poveștii împărătesei Estera. Cu speranța si credința reinnoite despre lucrurile care încă nu se vad, pe care doar…
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Praise
Psalms of praise In her grief and longing, Hannah worships the Lord. Gratefulness precedes miracles. Worship from a broken heart, precedes pure joy. — After everyone’s stomach is satisfied, giggles escaped, stories were shared, taste buds were tickled, I get up to clean the kitchen. Sometimes I feel the day was a success because my…
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Meeting the author of wounded children, healing homes
Thank you for letting your passion transpire in our zoom meeting today. How refreshing it was to hear you and your husband share! I must say, reading this book was like an icy cold shower. Necessary nonetheless. I think sometimes the adoption officials tend to soften the reality of trauma because they don’t know any…
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Stocking the pond
My blog stopped sending notification to my 100 subscribers, whenever I posted. Some plug-in updates just didn’t work anymore. I didn’t try too hard to fix it, because I didn’t mind it. I felt free to dump my thoughts without thinking that I’m bothering others with the purging of my mind. (Though people are free…
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Honest gratitude
Trying to induce the feeling of gratitude in our kids, especially by comparison, is not sustainable. It’s even dangerous. I read this idea in an article recently and I let it sink in. It totally makes sense. I don’t remember ever comparing myself to others as a kid. The article says that as we keep…
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Predictability
One morning I had decided on having a good day. When I woke up the girls were already playing energetically in the other room legos or cars or dolls. I uttered an honest short prayer: “dear God, help me be patient and kind and joyous today.” I sat on the couch and they clustered to…
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Beginning of 2021
The girls are in the kitchen Ivy wants bread with fish egg spread. She just had dinner. But conrad indulges her. He is tired. He had a long emotional day. And a lasting headache. But he smiled and he served her. I see his profile. And I love him in that moment… just a little…
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Retrospect
“If not me, then who?” This is a strong motivator for me, not despite the inadequacy I feel, but because of it. The mirroring of others’ emotions and the trust that we are all the same, gives me courage to rise above my fear. A fellow adoptive mom asked me about a post adoption support…
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Second mothers
I started a support group online, a bookclub for adoptive mothers, and we’ll meet 7 times and follow the guide available in the book released by Jody Tucker. We met once and it was grand. Encouraging, natural, inspiring. As the year draws to a close, Evelyn is coming into her own and it’s delightful to…
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Gifts
Jackie enjoys gifts. She takes after her dad this way. She delights in every attention and small gifts she receives. Remembers everything she got, the person who gifted her every small thing, and she exudes joy as she recollects the context in which she received every nice thing. She likes to create cards, crafts, she…
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Words of affirmation
Before the first lemudim camp in 2013We were invited to reflect on our gifts.Brian kept my applicationAnd read it back to meon our wedding day in California.In it I articulated without apologyMy joy and gift of encouraging others.That was my introspection at 18. In my mid twenties I was reluctant to admit itBecause it didn’t…
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A weekly online class
If it wasn’t for our weekly Isaiah class… I would have been worse for wear. This year has been disorienting, difficult. We were stripped of all artificial crutches and were faced with our limitations. First things first. I have nothing to prove. And yet, as I say I struggle with self worth, I realize there…
