Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Predictability is key
Good days and challenging days. Sometimes I get the feeling that we found our groove. Then we seem to jump off track. We role play the events of the day, and Jackie takes my role and processes what happened. Yesterday morning she spilled my coffee because she was too wiggly around me. In the afternoon…
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Water strength
“But I waaaaant (to do) this! (thing you already told me “no” to:)” She responds positively to smooth talking, even after a firm response, if I soften her down with an encouragement, or a joke.
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Vanessa & Mircea 🇷🇴 🇺🇸
We drove 160 km west one morning, and drove back the next afternoon. We spent an intense 24 hours filled with fun. A lovely reunion. A celebration. Jackie danced and 💃🏻 all night. It must have been a sugar high.
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Lead Mentor Speak
Today I went down the memory lane on my years at Apple: the culture, the internal code, the people, the skills, mentoring, fearless feedback…
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Întrebări și răspunsuri
Dacă am inspirat pe cineva, ne bucurăm. Îmi amintesc ce încurajator era pentru mine să aud de oameni care au adoptat, și cu sete aș fi dorit sa aflu multe despre călătoria lor în adoptarea unui copil, și poate calatoria de după.
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Friendship
Like good wine, a healthy friendship only gets better with time. I’m not a fan of small talk, but with old friends, even talking about nothing in particular is savory. This particular friend’s company is refreshing, like a cool breeze in the summer. I love my sister!
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“Must… stay… awake”
Will she ever embrace the idea of sleep? She has no issue with sleeping per say. But boy, if we tell her she is tired, it is one of the most offensive or threatening things we could utter.
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Ish. Life-ish
I read all kinds of books to Jaclyn. Long, short, in english, in Romanian, I translate live – she like me reading to her because for now, she understands the words that come out of my mouth easier. With daddy she needs to make an effort. But in the long run all the effort is…
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This is not my house
“This is not my bed” said the defiant voice trying to negotiate sleeping in the big bed with mommy and daddy. This is not my house. This is not my car. These are not my toys. She says these things out of the blue, on the best and smoothest days. Or when she doesn’t want…
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Summer days
One of the very soothing bedtime routines is listing all the people that love Jackie. She asks: “who else?” scrunching her nose, smiling with brimming delight.
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Psalm
Psalm 91 1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
