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…
To All of My Precious Children,
Time has such an insidious way of changing things.
Somehow as I reflect here in this crepuscule and obscure hamlet I’ve found myself in, my mind transcends time and space. It erases the years between, and all at once I hold each one of you in my arms, my infants and […] Read more…
The treatment of Maddi by Mr Hobbs wreaks of the purtitanistic legalism that Hester Prynne endured in Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter. Have we learned no more about love all these years later? This is the type of behavior that gives Jesus and those who follow Him a bad name. Nothing about this is like Jesus. Of course the world believes we are hypocrites when decisions like this are made. Read more…
“Who is Jesus?” She types in the translator only two weeks home from China.
Her brand new daddy looks at me with eyes open wide, big and filled with the endless blue of the sea. For this moment we’ve prayed. He types into the computer screen, “He is the Son of God.”
My heart pauses, gallops in […] Read more…
It was one of those long days.
It was the kind of day mothers everywhere have experienced.
It was a day when sleep had eluded me, when I’d spent the sleepless hours praying about the burdens that weighed too heavily on my heart, when the problems felt like mountains before me and so unequally matched to my […] Read more…
My dear niece will be getting married on Saturday to the young man who stole her heart.
It seems like only yesterday when she walked into our lives, a tiny two year old with bright eyes and a precocious little mind. She was so tiny then.
She made me an aunt, my parents […] 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…
Yes. I was an avid homeschooler for years. And in my heart, I still love homeschooling. Yet there came a day in January when I knew that the needs were too big for me alone, and that I needed help educating my children. I could no longer do it justice.
So, last January, in the […] 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…
