Musings of a mother of many
Every single day, I feel a gnawing, a craving to come here to this tiny site in cyberspace, to this blank spot where words flow easily, where they tumble out tangled and tousled from that quiet, aching, yearning, hoping space inside of me and somehow become ordered linear thoughts.
It’s here where my words find their […] Read more…
Have you arrived home with your newly adopted child and found the road ahead too difficult to walk? Have you felt alone in your lack of ability to meet the needs of your child? Have you struggled to find the warm fuzzy feelings you so desperately wanted to feel for your child? Have you hidden […] Read more…
Giggles tumble in from the kitchen where our children are gathered. Deep belly laughter interupts the momentary quiet of the evening. Sophia has just gotten home from ballet, her long hair hangs in a curtain down her back, Evangeline is sitting on a stool in pajamas preparing a late night snack, and Steven is still […] Read more…
My Facebook page is flooding me with memories of four years ago when we were in China getting our girls. Each picture brings back a sea of feelings that unnerve me.
I feel the trauma our daughters felt more vividly than I did before because now they are my own, and I know the depth of […] Read more…
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
Evangeline doesn’t have to wear her brace anymore, and she looks just lovely!
And I’ll let you in on a secret. Her mommy has a thing for her lovely long hair. It tickles me. She’s so tiny. I call her my little sylph. I am completely enamored with her tiny size and lovely demeanor.
Anyway, […] Read more…
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
I want to thank all of you for the overwhelming outpouring of support for my willingness to be honest and vulnerable to you. I have read each and every comment, and every single one speaks to my soul and blesses me. To those of you who have privately shared your pain with me, I […] Read more…
A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. […] Read more…
