Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Night routine
How many stories have I heard about kids doing everything in their power to prolong the the bedtime routine. It is a sweet time but it’s the end of the day, when the energy is depleted and all the parents want is to sit in silence on the couch, next to each other, preferably with…
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Immobilized
A silly sledding accident on the very last day of snow this winter. Shook us up a bit. Made us slow down, and reassess quite a few aspects of our mundane life.
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Conversations today
– Guess who is coming here today? – Who? – Guess! – Is someone coming to eat here? Or to talk about adoption? Or to play with me? —— – Jaclyn, check your attitude! – No! I’m not checking nothing! [silence] – Jaclyn Elizabeth Altmann! 😤 – What’s “attitude”? 🤓
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the well is dry
I have no words. Nothing creative. Nothing interesting. Nothing new. I’m just living life one day at a time.
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Tovaras de viata
Unele ganduri merita si trebuie spuse pe limba lor, pe limba natala. Era o vreme cand vorbitul sau scrisul in engleza simpifica, facea lucrurile grele sa fie usoare, de spus si de primit. Scriind pe limba mea iar imi amintesc de curgrerea melodoasa si expreiva a cuvintelor. Gandesc in engleza cand vorbsc in engleza dar…
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Consensus
I got some clarification on the adoption front. As we followed through with Jaclyn’s adoption, our file has been closed as successful. If we want to adopt again we have to start from square one and gather the paperwork: notarized declarations, with a translator’s input for conrad and stamp as legally informed, medical evaluations, police…
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Childhood stories
She jumped on the couch and snuggled next to me and said: “tell me more stories from your childhood!”
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Something different
“So, I want now for someone else to adopt me.” says J. as a matter of fact. “Hmmmm… And who did you have in mind?” I ask intrigued, thinking that she may have given it some thought. “I don’t know! Somebody! Maybe Melisuca (the other foster baby girl).” “Well, she’s a baby. She can’t adopt…
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Back to Cluj
We arrived at 11 pm, after 24h of traveling. The city was asleep. I was exhausted.
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Bilingv
Acum un an spuneai “gande” in loc de galben, si era dulce. Te mai încăpățânai sa stalcesti o mâna de alte cateva cuvinte. Azi nu te mai saturi sa vorbesti in engleză. Deplin, fluent, complex.
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Home again. Home again.
24 hours of traveling. We said goodbye to San Francisco Bay Area. “Goodbye house! Goodbye San Francisco!” she waved with giddiness as the plane took off.
