Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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On last day of Spring
My watch buzzes gently next to my pillow. It’s 6:45 am. I’ve been so tired lately. Conrad gets up to take the dog for a short morning walk. Rufus is as excited as ever, waiting at the bottom of our loft stairs. Barely reaching to the third step, he kisses my feet. Jackie breaths deeply…
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Parking and lawful boundaries
In my neighborhood community, I have spoken up on matters of common sense, trying to enlist other people’s common sense. But it backfired. People took (unexpected/unfounded) sides. Words were twisted. Meanness transpired. I still stand by my beliefs, but many moons later, I took a different approach on new matters. I don’t hide behind other’s…
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Embrace being unique while trying to fit in
I worry about our kids copying others’ choices and behavior. But if I take an honest look at our girl’s short life thus far, her ability to imitate is what propelled her into the well adjusted kindergarten stage. She adapts. Our job is to help her discern between right and wrong, as all the matters…
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Trei caracteristici
English below – Protejează când trebuie, dar permite când poți. (Dr. Steinberg – sfat pentru părinți de adolescenți) Fii Cald. Părinții cu temperament cald reacționează în așa fel la nevoile emoționale ale copiilor, încât aceștia pot aduna îndeajuns curaj necesar ca ei să funcționeze departe de părinți, din proprie inițiativă. Părinții calzi sunt afectuoși. Ei…
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“Te ceartă tanti (sau nenea)”
I-am spus fetiței mele că are dreptul s-o certe cine o iubește (adică îi vrea binele). Nu m-am gandit mult la asta, ci doar mi-am spus-o mie însămi ca și adult. De fapt, am provocat-o să cântărească intențiile cu care cineva împarte corecții mai mult sau mai puțin întemeiate. Când proverbiala “tanti” mă certa ca…
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Despre lumină, claritate și încredere
M-am blocat undeva. Prea conștientă de sine. Intr-un punct paradoxal în care cred ca totul e clar pentru toti, si nimic din ce as spune n-ar fi relevant. Prea de ansamblu mi-e vederea. Încerc din răspunderi sa ma cobor din balonul de aer, aruncând greutăți, micșorând focul. Însă rămân suspendată încă. Sus. Prea sus. Si…
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Biking
The Easter/ Spring vacation is over. It was rainy and cold, yet so active. I’m taking a break from reading heavy books. Books are my friends and they speak the Truth, they chisel my mind and better my actions, they confront me and they hold my hand. But enough is enough. I decided to go…
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Nothing to say
If I have nothing good to say, I say nothing at all. I’ve had smooth sails. I’ve reached a cruising altitude and I enjoyed it in silence. I must have started 20 drafts of posts. But none saw the light of day. Nothing seemed relevant or felt wise enough to share these days. The last…
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About being special
Humility was bred into me. It was the status-quo. But what I can vividly remember it that it was freeing! Hardy and common. Like the general low expectations. It was often declared with decisiveness from the school pedestal, that we are not special! I was born during communism after all. Yet. Telling our kids that…
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Hike in the hills
“Let’s pray together!” She says with a childish enthusiasm. It’s her birthday today. She turns 47. But there is a pleasant serenity about her. A youthfulness of heart and mind. A mother of four adolescents. A puzzle with such appealing kindness. I did not anticipate these new exuberant friendships. A few years ago I felt…
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Taking control
There is no exact recipe to parenting. If anyone claims otherwise, is already missing the mark. Even the drive to get it right, to be the perfect parent, can and most likely will mess things up royally. Parenting is messy. Parenting is fluid. Kids change and evolve. And that is good. God planted in us…
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A pillar of prayer
Ask and it shall be given to you. You do not have because you don’t ask. Ask without a selfish heart. I tell Jackie the story of her name. The week we met her we stumbled upon the significance of Jaclyn, rooted in the Hebrew Jacob, meaning “May God protect you”. That was our constant…
