Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Little women
“Kids were mean to me today. They didn’t like my hair. They said I looked like a wolf. And… don’t laugh! They said I looked like a pig. It made me very sad. Just Ugo said he liked it. And Lucas was nice to me too.”
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Contrast
I am in awe of the miracle she is. Our fast growing daughter is a like a ripe peach, soft checks, warm forehead with a sticky string of gold hair draping over her temple. She breaths peacefully. I go next to her and caress her face. We let her sleep in. She rarely does… alas…
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8 more years later
TUESDAY, JANUARY 19, 2010 What is love? The memories two people share together, the respect and admiration two people have for each other, the way they miss each other during the day when they aren’t around one another. And “in the end, only kindness matters” …this is the line of a song that I don’t…
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Respect your parents
Jaclyn receives some beautiful clothes as a gift. God bless the friends who are a little older and have quite the style. And they generously pass them on.
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Join me in prayer
Jaclyn prays for her sister at every meal and occasionally at bed time. Short and sweet. She sighs and says with pathos: “Dear God!!! Thank you for my little sister that she is safe and joins us soon”. That’s how she asks for things. “Thank you for my dad’s leg to get better!”
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Last day of May
Today there is no power. No electricity anywhere on a 5 mile radius. They are fixing the power lines… or something. It’s ironic and a little ridiculous. My brother asked me what am I going to do with the food in the fridge that will go bad. Luckily, I haven’t gone shopping. The fridge is…
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Toate gandurile
Of, daca as putea sa ma ascund undeva. Undeva departe unde-i liniste sa scriu tot. Tot ca imi vine in minte clar seara dupa ce pun capul pe perna, si care pe vremuri, cand nu aveam sot sau copii, m-as fi ridicat frumusel din pat, as fi apris becul luminos, si as fi debitat tot.…
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From brokenness to fullness of life
I don’t know about you, but it takes a lot out of me to being myself to desire attending any kind of conferences. The introvert in me dreads it. The irony is that I am good at organizing events and camps and conferences. I can facilitates the majority of the needs… but that’s different, because…
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Parenting aspect
You know what Bogdan said today? He said “buci”! (butt cheeks) And then she giggled, and chuckled some more. Every day I learn new ways to call the private parts from J. I think every kid proudly shares how his family calls them.
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Transparency as a way of life
This morning Jackie stayed home. We had our trimestrial post adoption visit. She kept asking if the lady coming to talk about adoption is here to ask her if she wants a sister too.
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womb
I glanced at this picture I took the other day, And I saw a child in the womb. Emerging. This womb big enough to hold us both. It’s peaceful and soft, happy and warm. We are suspended, weightless. We are flying, spinning, dancing. It’s rather quiet. So unusual for you at this age. Swimming together…
