Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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What’s that smell?
Just like she learned her colors, and the sounds, she purposefully learned and recognizes the smells with incredible accuracy. The specific scents of all flowers, the herbs and spices, upcoming rain, type of forest, type of food, firewood smoke, candy. She can smell candy!!
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Messy and colorful
For a good long while, our newly adopted kid brought out the best in us. I often told everyone that I had prepared for worse, I braced myself for impact but we had a smooth landing.
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Belief. Willed belief.
– Do you think of your sister? I had a dream about her. – I had a dream about her too! – said J. – You did? How was she? I asked – She was so beautiful … [then she comes close to whisper as if it was a secret], so beautiful that I wanted…
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They learn on the fly
– I don’t want to take a shower. – Too bad. You have to. – I do what I want! – Actually you don’t. – When I’m an adult can I do what I want? Do you do what you want? – In theory adults can do what they want. But there are limitations. Common…
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The toy nobody wants until somebody wants it
– I want to play with this toy. – Me too. I just picked it up myself. – I want it now! – I’ll give it to you in a few minutes.
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South of France for a week
We counted the days carefully and patiently. Jackie knew clearly all the details of our vacation: when, where, how long, with whom… I make a point to never lead her on, to be honest and always keep my word.
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A new chapter begins
Certificate in hand, we are now endorsed to adopt again. Starting on the recertification journey was daunting. And yet here we are, more certain of the path; having a clear direction is a gift in itself.
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A vivid dream
We went for a visit to J’s former foster parents. And there she was. J’s younger sister. A small girl, dressed in light colored garments with frills. I stretched my arms to hold her. My arms ached. She felt so heavy. My arms felt weak. As if they were made of led. But I held…
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“You give me what I want”
I asked J. why she loves daddy: she had a long list for him. It was sweet to hear her recount them. As I kept prompting her to add to it she said “that’s enough!” with a side of eye rolling 🙄
