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I'm a 30-something wife and mom. My boys are my pride and joy. Together, we are navigating being a forever family post international adoption.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Letter to my Son

My Sweet Boy,

I remember the first time I saw your face.

Dad and I were sitting in that same office for the second time. Our first time didn't go so well, but we were back again. We were trying to look calm, but we probably looked very nervous. Especially Dad, you know how he gets.

Thank goodness, our prayers were answered.

We were handed a grainy picture and in that moment I fell in love. Finally, I knew why I had felt a longing to adopt. Your beautiful face was the answer.

You are the missing piece of my heart.

Thank you so much for letting me be your Mom.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

I shall not...

1. Write personally identifying information about my family
2. Blog when I am feeling overly emotional
3. Blog instead of doing family activities
4. Sugar coat things
5. Play the victim
6. Publish something I will regret posting
7. Let comments change the way I perceive myself
8. Neglect to proof-read
9. Worry about the numbers
10. Take it too seriously

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

The Nitty-Gritty

Here we are, almost one year post international adoption. So many people ask how are things going. "Great," I say, "so good!" Most people don't want to hear more than that. If someone is willing to listen to the nitty-gritty, they usually end up telling me I'm too hard on Buddy, Hubby, myself, or all of the above.

Please don't get me wrong, things are going great. The three of us are are settling in and I love my family so much. I love my monthly date night with Hubby. I love when Buddy crawls into bed with me on Saturday mornings. I love our two silly dogs that bark at any-and-everything.

Does that mean things are perfect? Absolutely not, in fact we are far from it. Buddy spent most of his young life in less than optimal conditions. It affects him, and our family as a whole, every day. He has grown up having to take care of himself, and it is hard for him to trust us when he thinks he knows better.

Of course, Buddy is not the only one with "issues." We all bring our flaws and imperfections to the table, and learning how to navigate has been a challenge. We have all made mistakes. Often times I feel I have made more than my boys combined.

Some days are good, some not so good, and some are down-right bad. But, in the end, the good outnumbers the bad a-million-to-one. When I think about it, even the bad stuff isn't so bad because we get to go through it together. I am very blessed.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

What cakes?!?

We have a deal in our house: Hubby does a big grocery shop on Sunday and I do a smaller one during the week. Grocery shopping is not my favorite chore, so I really like this arrangement. Except the part where I have to do the mini shop. I know that it is what is fair, I have the time during the weekdays and Hubby does not. None the less, I tend to put it off until we are down to our last drop of milk and brown banana.

Last Friday night I stopped off at the store on my way home, because that is the exact situation we were in. I picked up everything we needed and headed to the checkout. The slowest moving checkout in the world. So as I stood, I perused the magazine rack, as one does. And this is what I saw:

What cakes?!?
Please, please, don't tell me what a dump cake really is. I have an image in my head that is both hilarious and disgusting and that is how I want to keep it.

Friday, August 22, 2014

My New Normal...

Our Family
I love to watch television. There is nothing I enjoy more than curling up on the couch in my pajamas and watching something ridiculous, pointless, and mind-numbing. Sure, I love to read, listen to music and all that stuff, but I really love TV. Like really, REALLY love it. I used to be embarrassed to admit my love of TV. I consider myself to be a pretty "smart" person and I figured "smart" people didn't love to watch television. But, as I have gotten older, I have become more comfortable with myself. Part of that is embracing the fact that I love to watch television.

Pretty random opening paragraph, right? Well, not so much considering my new normal. In the last 365 + days I have spent exactly 0 days curled up on the couch watching television. I have deleted most of the shows I PVR.  The time I do spend in front of the TV is during much relished "me" time, which I have learned to take but still feel slightly guilty about. I even cut our TV down to basic cable. And do you know what? I wouldn't change it for the world.

This year I have had more fun, grown more, and felt more love than ever before. Because this is the year Hubby and I adopted our son, Buddy.

Plus, now we have our Friday night take-out and movie tradition, so I still get my TV fix...