tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45926836019583363782024-03-13T20:37:47.766-07:00planting treesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-68728115300349590602013-07-18T08:46:00.001-07:002013-07-18T08:52:43.937-07:00adoption update??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
we are still adopting again.<br />
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i haven't written much about it, namely because there's not much to say. after deciding to pursue another adoption, we were in a holding pattern for a bit waiting to make sure one aspect of the children's circumstances wouldn't prevent them from being adoptable. after that issue got cleared up, i found out that i had another ovarian cyst. we went through all the emotions of last time where we had to wonder if i was going to get a cancer diagnosis (it's scary to find out you've got something abnormal growing anywhere in your body, but especially on your ovary). after meeting with a gynecological oncologist, we felt more confident that the cyst was benign, but we didn't get confirmation until after surgery last week. thankfully, the cyst was nowhere near as large as last time, so my ovary was preserved. the doctor told me i'm at a slightly increased risk to get another one of these cysts, but there's no correlation between the cysts and an increased risk of ovarian cancer.</div>
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honestly, a second cyst and a second surgery really put me in a funk in terms of "family planning." we knew we wanted to continue on with adoption, but suddenly, pregnancy seemed like an urgent thing. i knew it would be CRAZY around here if we transitioned three new kids to our family -- a newborn, an adopted toddler, and an adopted preschooler -- all within a short time of each other. i finally had to realize that God was sovereign over all of this -- that he knew when i met our children in uganda that i would face another surgery and the possibility of subsequent cysts after that (the doctor said a third cyst would merit a discussion about removing my ovary). </div>
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despite longing to experience pregnancy and knowing what it's like to have a baby from day one, i've always believed that the two children i already have (and the two who are waiting for us in uganda) are my children. there's not a hole in my heart that can only be filled by a biological child, and i don't feel like any less of a mother for not having birthed my children. so instead of making the decision to adopt AND get pregnant (which, at least for me, would have been a decision driven mostly by fear), we are continuing on with our adoption and will come back to the possibility of pregnancy later. as my husband so wisely (and gently) said to me, our calling to adopt didn't change just because the circumstances of our life and the plans we might have had for ourselves did.</div>
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so that's a little of my heart on all of this. once i get over the sheer exhaustion surgery has caused me, i'm going to get back to the grind of adoption paperwork. i'm hoping we'll start seeing some real forward motion once we get started on our home study.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-58099928065243835442013-07-16T19:05:00.000-07:002013-07-16T19:09:14.431-07:00stitch fix 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i got my second stitch fix yesterday! as i'm currently five days post surgery for another ovarian cyst, my body is a little funky (read: bloated and puffy). SO, i think everyone will understand why i chose not to have my picture taken wearing the clothes this time around. i did try everything on, though i pretty much knew what i liked and what i didn't as soon as each piece came out of the box.<br />
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i liked it out of the box, but i knew it would probably look like a sack on me (and i was right). i even tried it with a skinny belt at the waist to try and give it more definition, but it just didn't look right. i think the stylist was trying to send me something that would be kid-friendly, and the fabric is definitely right on target. i also like that it would be a great dress for all seasons (pair it with sandals in the summer, boots and tights for the fall/winter). but it's way too frumpy on me, not to mention that the red buttons with the navy background/white stripes is a little too patriotic for me. <b>verdict: send back.</b></div>
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i actually asked not to be sent accessories, but this necklace still made its way into my fix. it's a simple, gold necklace with little leaves on it. i really love it for it's versatility, and the price was very reasonable. <b>verdict: keep it.</b><br />
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overall, this second fix bummed me a little, though i feel like it's going to take a few times for them to really "get" what i like and don't like. since i only kept the necklace, i decided to try one more time before taking a break until fall. we have family pictures coming up next month, so i asked to be sent five dresses. again, in full disclosure, i get a referral credit for anyone who signs up to try stitch fix using my link. so if you're interested in joining the fun (and it really is pretty fun!), go <a href="http://stitchfix.com/sign_up?referrer_id=3055068" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-37321892928633316632013-07-01T19:00:00.006-07:002013-07-01T19:07:15.808-07:00stitch fix review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i'm jumping on the bandwagon of bloggers who are writing about their experiences with stitch fix. after reading about stitch fix on several blogs, i decided to give it a try. while i'm not a super fashion-forward person, i do enjoy clothes and splurging every now and then on something fun. the thing that drew me to stitch fix is that it broadens your access to lots of different clothes, but it also makes shopping easier because someone else is essentially doing it for you. all you have to do to get started is answer several questions about your clothing style (what you like and don't like, what you'd like to incorporate more of in your wardrobe) and your lifestyle (if you're a mom, if you have a specific dress code where you work, if you go to lots of special occasions). when you're ready to get a box of clothes (and after you've filled out your style profile), you pay a $20 styling fee, which counts as a credit towards anything you buy. the box contains five items of clothing (you can dictate in your style profile what you'd like to see in your box. for example, i requested dresses or tops). you have three days to try on the clothes and decide what to keep and what to send back (they include in the box a very convenient, pre-addressed bag for the return items), then you check out on the stitch fix website. you also get a chance at check out to give feedback on the clothing in your box so that the stylists get a better idea of what works for you.<br />
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i got my first box on saturday, a couple of days earlier than expected, which was a fun surprise. i immediately opened the box and saw this dress first (please excuse that i decided to pose so awkwardly for this picture. you can't even see the front of the dress because i'm holding hands with myself).<br />
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i liked it, though it did occur to me that some might think it looks a little prairie girlish (a la laura ingalls wilder). the crochet back is fun, and i like the subtle, floral pattern. the fabric is also really lightweight and comfy. the problem is, it's way too big on top, and i'm not sure it flatters me. after trying it on several times (including once for my friend, erin), i started to like it less and less (and erin's daughter, MC, was actually pretty disgusted by the crochet). it's also fairly pricey for a dress that i wouldn't just throw on to run errands or play at home with the kids. <b>verdict: send back.</b><br />
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my first thought was, "ummm, did the stylist see on my profile where i said i'm a mom?" seriously, can't you just see this pretty white shirt getting ruined by grimy kid hands? (no offense to my children) i do own white shirts, but none that seem this delicate. the sheer panel at the top of the shirt makes it necessary to wear a strapless bra, which is a little annoying, but i honestly i'm not totally turned off by the sheer. erin, however, insisted this is a shirt that requires something under it, which, to me, takes away from the look of the whole shirt. but since it's not a kid-friendly shirt (and thus not worth the price for the wear i'd get out of it), i don't have to worry about all that :) <b>verdict: send back.</b><br />
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i was pretty indifferent to this shirt when i pulled it out, and i'm not sure why. i like the chevron pattern, but i think this is maybe too bold for me. the shirt fits great, and erin (and MC) really liked it for me. but again, this isn't a shirt that i'd put on any random time, and i didn't like it enough to splurge on it even for a special occasion. <b>verdict: send back.</b><br />
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i recognized it pretty quickly as the same shirt (only in a different color and without some mesh detailing) erin got in her first box. this is not a shirt i'd ever gravitate to in a store, mostly because the colors aren't my normal palate. it's definitely an edgier floral print (sorry it's hard to see the print in the picture). i like the way the shirt looks on me, especially because it finds that very happy place between fitted and flowy. the fabric is also a great balance between silky (which i associate with clothes meant for fancier occasions) and knit (which i think is super casual). the price of this top was very reasonable considering i can get a lot of wear out of it. <b>verdict: keep. </b>(i actually wore it today!)<br />
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since i didn't go crazy with this first box (and since it's my birthday this month), i went ahead and scheduled another box to arrive in a couple of weeks. i told the stylist that i'd love to see something with mint green in it, because i'm really loving that color these days. i also said i have a grass green skirt that needs a pop of color on top, so maybe i'll get some options for that. in the feedback i left on my first box, i said i'd like to see lower price points and more clothing fitted to my "mom lifestyle" in future boxes.<br />
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in full disclosure, i can get a $25 referral credit for anyone who signs up to receive a box using this <a href="http://stitchfix.com/sign_up?referrer_id=3055068" target="_blank">link</a>. so if this all sounds fun to you, get started and help me out at the same time!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-84353259623725411242013-05-08T12:03:00.002-07:002013-05-08T12:18:54.220-07:00how we got here<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i announced on facebook that we're adopting again, but i wanted to share a little more.<br />
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when i went to uganda in march, i didn't have adoption on my radar. we were a couple months away from celebrating one year home with kal and buma, and it just didn't seem like we were ready to grow in that way again any time soon. we were, however, ready to try a go at pregnancy. since having a basketball-sized cyst and my right ovary removed in september, i'd been fretting about my health and whether my other ovary would hold out long enough to have a biological child. so after talking with my doctor, we resolved to start trying to get pregnant as soon as i returned from uganda.<br />
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let me pause here and tell you how planning to get pregnant has worked for us in the past. when we had been married about six months, we started talking about having children and decided we'd start trying to get pregnant after we'd been married a year. about a month after that discussion, we started feeling a tug toward adoption and never looked back. three years after that, kal and buma came home.<br />
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so it seemed kinda funny when i got to uganda and started feeling that little voice in my heart speaking to me about adoption. the second day we were there, we visited the baby's home where my friends, scott and erin, volunteered in 2006 and eventually adopted two of their children from. my experience there was a re-awakening of sorts. i'd been in the business of daily mothering and really had forgotten the reality of orphans. i think it happens to most of adoptive parents -- once your kids our home, once they aren't orphans any more, once they do normal kid stuff that drives you crazy,...you forget that many, many children still live this utterly devastating existence of orphanage life. what i mean by that is that you forget that kids aren't being loved every hour of every day by a mom and dad. so when i had kids fighting each other to sit on my lap, and crying hysterically when i'd have to put them down, i started feeling convicted about how crappily i parent my kids sometimes...how much i forgot that they were once kids just like the ones i saw in the baby's home in uganda. i also felt convicted about the fact that i'd written adoption off as something we "might do again one day, but certainly not any time soon" as if we were immune from being called again because "we'd already done our part."<br />
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it wasn't until the last stop we made in uganda that the calling to adopt was really solidified in my heart. we visited a baby's home run by a friend of scott and erin's in a little, tiny town a couple hours from kampala. scott and erin's non-profit, the mighty river project, had been helping with a few benevolence projects in and around the town, so we went there to check up on things. the director of the baby's home had been telling erin about these two children who she thought erin should adopt, and when we got there, she immediately placed one of the kids in erin's arms and said, "here's your son." we went around to find the other child (his older sister), and when we saw her sitting on a blanket eating lunch, all i could think was, "wow, she looks just like kal."<br />
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i don't believe in romantic love at first sight, but i'm now solidly a believer in love at first sight in the family sense. the holy spirit began planting seeds in my heart about those kids from the moment i saw that little girl. and when we got to interact -- when she sat on my lap every chance she could get, when she gave the biggest pouting face in the evening when i had to leave her to go eat dinner, when she cried when the other kids crowded around me and she couldn't get through to me -- i knew God was doing something special. but i was scared and admittedly thought adopting two more was insane. so, despite what i felt in my heart, i posted on facebook and resolved to advocate for them until a family was found.<br />
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the morning we were leaving, i went out to tell her goodbye. she had watched our luggage being taken out as she sat on my lap, and erin had heard her asking in luganda if we'd be coming back. she also heard her say about me, "mommy mine." we had fred, our ugandan friend, tell her i'd be leaving to go back to america. she got a sullen look on her face, one that kal gets a lot when you know she wants to cry but is trying not to. and then she held on to me for dear life and had to be peeled off by a nanny. in that moment, i could hear my heart screaming john 14:6 "i will not leave you as orphans, i will come to you." i wanted to promise her that. but as erin and fred said goodbye to all the nannies and the rest of the children, i just stood by the van, out of her sight, in tears. in the van, erin said to me, "i've never cried about a kid i've had to leave in africa except the two that are mine."<br />
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when i got home, jamie and i talked a lot. he (understandably) wanted to make sure what i was feeling wasn't like the high you get when you go to summer camp with your youth group. he asked me a lot of questions about how i knew we were supposed to adopt the little girl and her brother and not any of the other children i'd met while in uganda. we discussed how this would impact kal and buma. we had a huge parenting disagreement about a situation with buma that led to more questions about if we are really cut out to be "adoptive parents." we wondered about money. what we concluded was simply God was calling us. the wise counsel we sought was overwhelmingly encouraging about moving forward. i never "came off the mountain" in terms of what i felt for the kids and what had happened in my heart those last couple of days in uganda. and we saw the chunk of our adoption tax credit we'll get as part of our tax refund this year as a huge financial confirmation.<br />
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this adoption process will probably look nothing like our first. we'll be doing what's considered an independent adoption and using a lawyer in uganda to facilitate the ugandan side of things (which is totally ethical if done with care taken to ensure the lawyer you are working with has a good reputation, and we know ours does), while we essentially do all the US paperwork without the help of an agency (except for the home study part, which we are about to start work on). as i said, we will be able to cover a large portion of adoption costs with our tax credit, but we will be fundraising for travel, so we'd love it if people started giving us their junk for a yard sale :)<br />
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i do want to say that (a) we'd still like to have a biological child at some point (subpoint...we never planned to have this many kids), so i don't want anyone thinking we think everyone should give up or delay pregnancy to adopt (ie, this is our story and our calling) (b) we don't think all people who adopt have to adopt two at the same time (again, our story, our calling) and (c) we aren't rock stars or anything, and i'm being really honest when i say that i still crappily parent kal and buma sometimes and see this adoption not only as God's plan for growing our family, but also as a refining process for me to become the mother i need to be for all my children.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-8924454206947853392013-04-11T11:56:00.000-07:002013-04-11T11:56:03.127-07:00a plea to adoptive parents<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i was just scrolling through a facebook group for ethiopia adoptive moms and noticed a decent amount of agency or adoption-program bashing taking place in the comments.<br />
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"that agency is bad news."<br />
"that agency is so unethical."<br />
"that country is rife with trafficking. no one could have an ethical adoption from there."<br />
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i'm not saying there aren't problems with some agencies or some adoption programs. but honestly, i'm tired of the generalizations and the accusations. i'm frustrated with how quickly people criticize another family's agency or adoption without sure, hard facts.<br />
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some people think our former agency, cwa, was pretty bad (in fact, one of the "bad news" comments was about cwa). cwa got some bad press a few years ago. cwa filed bankruptcy and closed recently. i'm sure some people had crappy things happen with their adoptions through cwa (which, you know, people tend to blame on the agency rather than the beast that is international adoption). we had issues with cwa on a few occasions and readily admit that the stateside staff sucked at communication. but i won't -- without sure, hard facts -- say cwa was unethical or bad news.<br />
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so here's why i'm writing today: i'm pleading with adoptive parents -- but everyone, really -- to stop the bashing. to not say anything at all unless you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's true. if someone asks you what you think of a certain agency or a certain country's adoption program, share your experiences or the experiences of people you know. but, for the love, don't spread the hear say. <br />
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i've been on both sides of this issue -- on one side as a gossiper and slanderer, and on the other side as one hurt by others' comments. the reason i make this plea particularly to adoptive parents is that we spend so much time trying to preserve and protect our kids' stories, yet don't hold our tongues when it comes to false or exaggerated (yet often juicy) information that has a direct impact on another child's story. when i read or hear things about cwa, i hurt for my kids because i fear that one person's gossip will be the thing that makes them question everything about their past. bottom line: if i worry for my kids, i should watch what i say for the sake of someone else's kids.<br />
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so again, i'm not saying we can't ever say anything negative. i'm just asking that we all keep our mouths shut unless we know something to be absolutely true and have proof to back it up. that way, people like me won't read something and almost have a panic attack or existential crisis about adoption.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-20456096210876697222013-02-26T18:32:00.002-08:002013-02-26T19:06:53.697-08:00march, you're a big one.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
two big firsts for me this month:<br />
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1. i'm going to uganda! it's my first time to uganda, and the first time i've (a) gone to a foreign country without jamie and (b) left my kids for several days. our dearest friends, scott and erin, started a non-profit called the mighty river project a couple of years ago that serves ugandan women and their children. the vision of tmrp is simple: empower women, prevent orphans. right now, they are fundraising to be able to move there and serve full-time. in the meantime, they buy products from four women and pay them a fair wage salary each month, then sell those products in the states to raise funds for tmrp. those funds will ultimately help them get on the ground there, but the money is also used towards benevolence projects in uganda. you can read more about tmrp (and you should definitely visit the store!) by clicking the button over on my sidebar. erin and i will be in uganda for nine days meeting with the women tmrp currently supports, checking in on families and individuals who have been served through the various benevolence projects, and making connections with others who may become part of tmrp in the future. i'm also hoping to visit a family who went to our church but who now serve at an orphanage/school in uganda. <br />
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unsurprisingly, there are lots of nerves about this trip in our house right now (mostly me for the kids and vice versa), but i'm so excited for this trip. you can't really be friends with scott and erin without starting to love uganda yourself, even if you've never been there, because their love for it is so contagious and real. three things that give me a lot of joy about this trip:<br />
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-- sitting at the feet of ugandan women and hearing their stories (something i really wished we'd gotten to do more of in ethiopia, because i think that's really how you get to know a country and a culture). we had a pretty insulated experience of ethiopia (though, not totally, since we did have the opportunity to visit korah, the neighborhood located within addis ababa's trash dump...and, well, just riding down the streets of addis is startling in many ways), but i look forward to being with people in their homes, in their villages, etc and seeing how daily life is lived in uganda.<br />
-- getting out of the mommy-box. i love my children and love staying home with them, but i get so excited just thinking about getting to serve and give to and love and minister to someone other than them for a bit. stay-at-home mothering can feel all-encompassing sometimes, and i like knowing that this trip will be an outlet of sorts for me to do something else i feel passionate about.<br />
-- laying over in ethiopia on the way there and back (we're flying ethiopian air). maybe it sounds silly, but there's an emotional little spot in my heart that looks forward to being on ethiopian soil, even if it's just in the airport, for a small amount of time and being able to see the land that means so much to our family.<br />
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obviously, erin and i would love prayers for our travels and for our time in uganda to be fruitful. because scott and erin are only able to travel over there a couple of times a year, lots needs to get done while we're in country (you can also pray for tmrp and consider giving since being fully funded would entail scott and erin being able to move over there and serve full-time). but i'd also love prayers for my kids and jamie as he's with them most of the time i'm gone (with some help from my mom). these types of things aren't easy for most kids, but they're especially difficult for kids who have a lot of baggage and trauma around a parent leaving (because, obviously, our kids wouldn't be our kids if that parent had come back).<br />
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and now, something nowhere near as exciting or as significant as going to uganda, but still a big deal for me...<br />
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2. i'm running my first 5k! i emailed one of my college roommates recently and said, "i really wish all the girls could see me now since i wasn't much of an athelete...or an exerciser for that matter. i think a lot of the reason why i didn't play sports or even really exercise was that i lacked a lot of self-confidence (and i could get away with it because i had really good metabolism and walked a lot around campus). after having a basketball-sized ovarian cyst removed last september, i wanted to commit to exercising regularly for my health. i started out using our elliptical, but then i saw a blog post about the <a href="http://www.colormerad.com/" target="_blank">color me rad 5k</a>, and i knew i wanted to try it. i've been following a couch to 5k plan since january with some girls in my small group, and i have been amazed at what a little commitment and discipline can do. before i started, i was convinced there'd be no way i could run three miles in a decent amount of time. now that i've done it a few times, i've gotten over the psychological hurdle of "i can't do this" and am now working on bettering my time. i've actually realized that i enjoy running, and my confidence has grown enough that i think i want to shoot for a longer race in the future.<br />
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cheers to march!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-34790257695186451662013-02-20T19:32:00.005-08:002013-02-20T19:37:04.055-08:00on not homeschooling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
today was an exciting day in the dean house, because it's official: <br />
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kal is going to school! [in august :)]<br />
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we have been talking about homeschooling since before our kids came home. we had a lot of reasons why we wanted to do it, and a lot of those reasons still stand (meaning that we haven't ruled out homeschooling for the future).<br />
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but right now, we have a kid who has been asking about "going to school" for quite some time now. she's an extrovert (she doesn't get that from me), and the more we've come out of the cocoon we've been living in the last nine months, the more i've seen that the community of a more traditional classroom might be good for her.<br />
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it's been hard to make this decision, especially because (for me, at least) pride is involved. from an adoption standpoint, i want to shout, "my child is attached enough to do this! i love her even though i'm sending her to school! she won't think her school is an orphanage, or her teacher is her new mommy!" (and if she does, we will pull her out. duh.) from a we-said-we-were-gonna-homeschool-but-now-we're-not standpoint, i want to shout, "we didn't decide this because homeschooling was too hard! we didn't just 'see the light' and realize homeschooling is crazy! we might still homeschool kal or buma or any future children!"<br />
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i just realize how much i care what people think about me, even when i'm still confident in the decision i'm making.<br />
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but enough about pride, let me tell you about this awesome school.<br />
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it's called the children's center, and i've loved this school since i worked in the daycare there for a summer in 2008. the school primarily serves children from birth to elementary age who have physical and/or developmental disabilities. however, they also have integrated classrooms where typically-developing children learn alongside children with disabilities. recently, the school added a kindergarten class for typically-developing children. because the school is part of the county school system, the curriculum is the same as any other public school kindergarten (thus, kal would be on track if we eventually switch her to a public school). however, because the school serves children with special needs, it gets a lot of unique special programming that the children in the typically-developing kindergarten class also benefit from.<br />
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for us, this is perfect. we knew if we were going to choose something other than homeschooling, it would have to be a little off the beaten path. we love that kal will go to school with lots of kids who don't look like her, kids who she can learn from and vice versa. diversity (not just racially, but in other ways) is important to us. it also seems perfect for our family, as disability is part of our family's identity (since jamie is blind). we want kal to see disability in positive ways. but we also love that while she will get a traditional education in some ways, she will be exposed to a lot of different "specialities" that she may not get in a traditional public school.<br />
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there are also benefits for our whole family in this. buma is still behind in language development and probably needs more one-on-one time with me, perhaps even some therapy. we have talked seriously about adding to our family sooner rather than later due to the fact that i'm at an increased risk to develop another huge ovarian cyst (and have already lost one ovary). so while i could homeschool with all that going on, i think this (for now) helps every child (even future ones, if there are any) get the most of mommy.<br />
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even though this is not what we planned on, we are so excited. i literally got teary-eyed as i walked through the school today because what is happening there is so beautiful, and i can't wait for kal to be part of it.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-9078491863318055052013-01-21T12:55:00.002-08:002013-01-21T12:55:35.312-08:00for today<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
today is martin luther king jr. day.<br />
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it's also the second inauguration of barack obama, our nation's first black president (i don't care what your political views are, this is something to celebrate).<br />
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there are few things i can say that haven't already been said.<br />
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when we first began our adoption, i asked other black people for advice about how to successfully be a transracial family. one thing that came up over and over was that we needed to ensure that our children knew the history of black people in this country. "take them to the juneteenth celebration," one woman advised.<br />
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i had no clue what a juneteenth celebration even was.<br />
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later, when i found out that a juneteenth celebration honors the day black people were freed from slavery, i said that it made no sense for our family to partake in such a celebration, not because we don't rejoice that slavery was abolished, but because slavery wasn't our children's (or their ancestors') story. <br />
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my how i was wrong.<br />
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the history of slavery and the oppression of black people in america is <strong>the</strong> story for every person in this country with black skin -- regardless of how long they've lived here or where their ancestors are from. this is why telling my daughter about why today is so special feels like an epic task. i told her, even knowing she won't understand such concepts for awhile, how people with skin just like hers used to be slaves for white people -- how they weren't free. i told her that even when the government passed a law saying black people couldn't be slaves anymore, they were still treated badly and unfairly. i told her about how there used to be separate schools and restaurants for white and black people. i told her about MLK and how he stood up for what was right and got killed because some people didn't want to believe all people are created equally. i told her that if MLK hadn't fought for justice, we wouldn't be a family.<br />
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today is a day to celebrate, no doubt. but it's also a day to remember that racism still exists. in my wanting my daughter to see the greatness of MLK's work, i forgot to mention that many black people (and really, people of any color other than "white") are still treated badly. i don't have to look much further than social media to see that ignorant, arrogant people still use the n-word. and, in our brief experience so far as a transracial family, we have experienced people compartmentalize race so much in their minds that they make statements such as "your children won't be like <em>them,</em>" suggesting not only that my children are somehow different from other black people simply because they have white parents, but also that there is something inherently wrong with or undesirable about being black.<br />
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my children will bear the effects of history until people start to believe the words found in our declaration of independence that obama referenced in his speech today: <strong>we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that
they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among
these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.</strong> <br />
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i've cried tears of gratitude today as i've watched news coverage of the inauguration because my children do live in a country where they are free. i hope and pray that the freedom we all talk about does not come with conditions for those who have historically been considered <strong>unequals</strong>: black people, the poor, the disabled, the homosexual, etc.<br />
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because i don't want to be lying to my kids when i tell them they can be anything and do anything.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-25581548242594010742012-12-19T12:23:00.000-08:002012-12-19T12:24:55.713-08:00on giving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
when i was in college, i worked at a lifeway christian bookstore for about six months. one evening, a woman came in the store, distraught and asking for money to help bury her child she'd just lost. i told her i'd ask our manager if we could help, and i gave her what little cash i had in my wallet. moments later, i had to tell her our store could do nothing to help. it wasn't our "policy."<br />
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after she left, the guy who was working with me that night said something along the lines of, "you know you just got duped. what an irresponsible way to steward a few bucks." i wasn't naive. i knew there was a good chance the sad story about a dead child and funeral costs had been made up. but, in the back of my mind, i had to wonder: what if it was true? what if she really needed help? <br />
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the question of how christians should respond in these situations probably comes up more often around christmas than any other time of the year. i have seen more people on street corners in my city with signs reading "broke and hungry" this month. i was approached two days ago in the parking lot of a local shopping center by a woman who said she needed help feeding her two children. i know there is real need here (several months ago, we were named the #1 city for hungry children in america...not something you really want to be #1 for), but sometimes i still hear that voice in my head: "you know you just got duped."<br />
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i don't like that christians make other christians feel guilty about being generous. and i don't want my children believing that we put conditions on how we give and who we give to. i want them to know they should never feel guilty about helping someone who they think is in need.<br />
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i love these words from the sermon of a 19th century scottish minister (found in tim keller's excellent book generous justice: how God's grace makes us just):<br />
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"now, dear christians, some of you pray night and day to be branches of the true vine; you pray to be made all over in the image of christ. if so, you must be like him in giving...'though he was rich, yet for our sakes he became poor'...objection 1. 'my money is my own.' answer: christ might have said, 'my blood is my own, my life is my own'...then where should we have been? objection 2. 'the poor are undeserving.' answer: christ might have said, 'they are wicked rebels...shall i lay down my life for these? i will give to the good angels.' but no, he left the ninety-nine, and came after the lost. he gave his blood for the undeserving. objection 3. 'the poor may abuse it.' answer: christ might have said the same; yea, with far greater truth. christ knew that thousands would trample his blood under their feet; that most would despise it; that many would make it an excuse for sinning more; yet he gave his own blood. oh, my dear christians! if you would be like christ, give much, give often, give freely, to the vile and poor, the thankless and undeserving."<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-46040532260316208892012-12-03T17:31:00.001-08:002012-12-03T17:39:18.503-08:00a confession<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
let me confess: sometimes i torture myself by reading blogs of people whose parenting skills and children seem more advanced than mine. i'm pretty sure women, and mothers in particular, are really bad about comparing. <br />
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the most classic "lauren gets angsty every time she reads a blog like this" example is as follows.<br />
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the mom who does a billion crafts with her two-year-old and documents each craft with a picture post but never includes any pictures of the two-year-old ACTUALLY DOING THE CRAFT.<br />
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this is buma. he just turned two (and i never wrote a birthday post). this kid doesn't sit down for more than five seconds unless he's feeling particularly needy that day (and even then, he wants nothing to do with anything except being held).<br />
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the last time we did a craft (which was more than 2 months ago), i literally had to restrain him just so i could trace his hand. and then he had a major meltdown when i tried to put his finger in paint. <br />
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his favorite things to do with just about anything you give him are (a) put it in his mouth/eat it or (b) find a bigger container to put it in and then dump it out and then do that all over again or (c) throw it.<br />
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sure, he's maybe a tad behind developmentally (someone recently told us they thought he was 14 months old), but from what i know about most typical-didn't-spend-16-months-in-an-orphanage-two-year-olds, his behavior isn't too far off the curve.<br />
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so please, if you have a two-year-old that does crafts, at least post pictures that show your kid actually doing the craft so we know he did it and you're not just passing off the work you did as your kid's. or take and actually post some pictures of the mishaps that most certainly did occur when you let your two-year-old try to glue popsicle sticks together to make some holiday-themed bobble.<br />
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or you could do what i told my mom to do when she and my dad babysat recently and did a christmas craft with my kids: lie and say that your kid, like most of the rest of ours, can't do a craft yet.*+<br />
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*this post was written mostly in jest (i don't really condone lying). but in all seriousness, all the mom bloggers out there should make a pact that says everything you post about your parenting and your children can't be perfect. because perfect just ain't real life.<br />
+buma laid down in the floor and tantrumed when my mom tried to get him to let her paint his hand for the christmas craft. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-82654601011308029102012-11-02T07:26:00.003-07:002012-11-02T07:29:58.699-07:00we aren't perfect: debunking myths<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
recently, our daughter has begun opening up about her birth mother.*<br />
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it has caused me to think a lot about the myths surrounding birth parents and adoptive parents. myths like "your children are so lucky to be adopted" (translation: your children are so lucky to live in america now and not that third world country they were born in) or "you are so inspiring and amazing" (translation: only the most saintly people can adopt) or "wow, those women who give up their children are the most self-sacrificing people ever" (translation: birth parents are perfect) or "ugh, it's so horrible that those women just give up their children" (translation: birth parents are the scum of the earth).<br />
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if it weren't a breach of my children's privacy, i wish i could invite people into my home to observe how untrue all of these myths are. <br />
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for starters, the lucky children are actually those who have never had a disruption in their family unit. <br />
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and me? i'm not a saint. sure, when you first start the adoption process, it feels like you're doing something extraordinarily radical. but then you get your child(ren) home, and you realize you're just like any other parent -- a big, fat sinner, grossly unaware up to that point of how flawed you truly are.<br />
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seeing this about myself has caused me considerable struggle recently as kal has begun asking about her birth mother. <br />
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birth parent myths are easy to perpetuate, particularly in international adoption situations where there are often few details (and even when there are details, nothing is ever guaranteed to be 100% accurate). this is why we take good care to protect our children's stories, as the tendency of most people is to add or infer information that's not really there.<br />
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it's not so much that i feel threatened by the existence of this other woman, as if my daughter hates me. in fact, i rejoice that this woman is now becoming part of our daily conversations. but when i think of her, all i hear is the resounding throng of voices championing the sacrifice of birth parents. and, in my mind, i think she must have been perfect.<br />
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i think she must have never yelled. or lost her temper. or been impatient.<br />
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i think she must have always played with kal and never needed a break. and always took every opportunity to cuddle and kiss. and always encouaged rather than criticized. and always found every, single thing kal did to be amazing (and never annoying).<br />
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i know these things aren't true, because as jamie put it to me, "she's still a sinner too."<br />
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but still, these myths can creep into the soul and fester there. some cause insecurity and sadness, others cause pride and flattery. so while it's not bad to honor birth parents because many of them have made enormous sacrifices, or to honor adoptive parents (they make sacrifices too), or to admit that some birth parents suck and are guilty of abuse, neglect, etc...we all should use caution when we speak, guarding our words and weighing the implications of them.<br />
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thankfully, i'm an adult who can see how these myths play out in my own family. unfortunately, my children don't have that perception yet, and they are particularly vulnerable to believing things about themselves and their unique situations that aren't true.<br />
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*as an aside, we do not make it a practice to discuss the intimate details of our children's lives pre-adoption. however, i do feel at ease making this statement because there is no hiding that all adopted children had birth parents regardless of how/why/when they ultimately came to be adopted.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-44636089754317658892012-10-24T12:19:00.000-07:002012-10-24T12:19:09.175-07:00last month<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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we just passed five months home and are in the midst of round 2 of post-adoption reports. speaking of pictures, i'm literally flabbergasted when i look back at the pictures we took when the kids first came home. kal has definitely grown and matured in the last almost six months, but it's rebuma that amazes me. that guy has gone from a giant baby to a little boy (he turns two next month...oh my). </div>
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our last month has been a little crazy. i had unexpected surgery last month for a basketball-size ovarian cyst that had been growing in my abdomen for who knows how long. it all came out of nowhere, and i found myself complaining a lot about how terrible the timing was. nobody really plans to have relatively major surgery four months after bringing home two children via adoption. we hadn't planned on our first "just the two of us" date being to an oncologist's office. and we definitely hadn't planned on some of the rules and boundaries we'd set up since coming home being temporarily thrown out the window since i spent about two weeks needing lots of help with even simple caregiving tasks. i struggled enormously the first week after surgery, fretting about attachment and whether my children would rebound from this disruption. i watched my son be confused about who his mommy was. </div>
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it came after a week of praying that the last document for a three-year-old girl would come in quickly so that she could be referred to us. our agency had told us up front that there weren't many pictures of this little girl, and they understood if we decided not to accept her referral. maybe there really are people out there who say "no" to a child because there aren't enough pictures of them, but i can't really fathom that. when i saw that picture, i knew she was ours.<br />
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the day we got the call about kal's referral, jamie was out of town on business. it was a friday, and i was leaving work mid-morning to drive to ohio for our nephew's fifth birthday (jamie was flying directly there from his business trip). it was a bummer to be separated on such a momentous day, but i'm honestly grateful for the 6-hour drive i had that day alone. it gave me a lot of time to reflect on kal and her story, and there were many tears shed -- both happy and sad.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-63008602067340718752012-09-09T05:27:00.000-07:002012-09-09T05:27:11.884-07:00referralversary #1!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
today marks one year since we first saw our son's face.<br />
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we waited 28 months for that day to come -- 9 months raising money and doing paperwork, 19 months officially on a waitlist. i know it doesn't seem like a lot compared to today's wait times for ethiopia, but it felt like an eternity given the original wait times we had expected.</div>
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rebuma has endured a lot in his little life -- he is such a miracle. the thing we heard over and over from the staff at our agency's transition home when we picked our kids up was how amazed they were at how rebuma progressed. when he arrived there in december (he'd been at another orphanage previously), he was sick and extremely malnourished. when we met him for the first time in january, he weighed just 11 pounds at 13 months old and literally didn't make noise (no crying, cooing, etc). in the months between our court date and embassy date, he almost doubled his body weight. now that he's been home for more than three months, he has grown even more, started walking, and is on the verge of a major word explosion (thanks to his big sister). he has the goofiest personality (think class clown type) and is, in general, just a really fun kid (with a name like rebuma, i'm pretty sure you're required to have a huge personality). we still have hard times with him, and it's not like the last three months have healed all his wounds. but he has come far, and for that, we are thankful.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-8172962199505061002012-08-07T19:12:00.000-07:002012-08-07T19:23:37.639-07:00the darndest things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i'm really kicking myself for not keeping a better record of all the english-as-a-third-language mix-ups kal has had. like tonight, she kept telling jamie she had a "girl cheese sandwich" for lunch instead of a grilled cheese sandwich. <br />
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we waited at our gate for about an hour and then were informed that our flight would be delayed another 45 minutes. it was hot, we were all tired (it was already close to 11pm), and all i could think about was how terrible it felt that our already-way-too-long flight was delayed. kal had been saying she needed to go to the bathroom, so i took her and decided to change rebuma's diaper while i was in there. i laid rebuma on the changing table and was in the middle of changing him when someone turned on one of those hand drying machines. <em>it scared the ever-living crap out of him</em>. he screamed and cried and thrashed on the table. another cwa mom, maureen, was thankfully in there with me, and she held him down while i got a new diaper on him. i didn't even bother putting his pajamas back on because i just wanted to get out of there.</div>
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somewhere near the end of the flight, we told kal she had to put her seat belt on (we weren't descending yet, but we were trying to obey the rule about keeping it on when seated). she flat-out refused, so we decided to ask a flight attendant to explain it to her in amharic. the flight attendant came over and explained the seat belt to her, but then casually said, "but she doesn't need to wear that now," then she reached over and unbuckled the seat belt. <em>"thanks for undermining our parenting to our child who doesn't know she's our child,"</em> we thought. when we did begin our descent, kal still refused to put on her seat belt, so we asked another flight attendant for help. she spoke the magic words in amharic, and kal was immediately compliant. seriously, an airplane is not the place to work through a language barrier.</div>
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the rest of the flight was a blur. maureen let me borrow a tank top, which i put over the pee shirt. kal braided my hair. i walked up and down the aisles several times so rebuma wouldn't cry. rebuma was sans clothes for at least half the flight. i drank a lot of coke (but not too much since i didn't want to sit on the potty a million times with rebuma strapped to me in the baby ergo). and some guy a few rows in front of us got up and flipped out on another guy for "making a gross noise."</div>
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when we started the adoption process in 2009, we knew absolutely nothing about parenting adopted children.<br />
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what we did know was that God was calling us on this journey, so we committed ourselves to learning everything we could about adoption. we read books, we talked to other adoptive parents, and we attended a seminar on attachment. we became pretty fluent in talking about brain development and attachment and all the other things that come with adoption.<br />
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however, being proficient in all the right things doesn't really sustain you when you delve into the hard part of parenting adopted children. don't get me wrong -- i'm extremely glad we did our research. the literature on adoption is out there for a reason, and i honestly cringe when i hear that adoptive families bypass resources that will help them help their child heal. but there are days when my kids don't react to my intentional parenting the way the books say they will, and there are other days where i know exactly why my kids are behaving a certain way and exactly what i should do to help them, and yet i don't do it because it would be inconvenient for me (and also, sometimes it just feels good to lose your temper...so cathartic, yet so sinful).<br />
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the truth is, EVERY adopted child has special needs no matter how old they are or how well they seem to be doing or how healthy their paperwork says they are. and so, for me, the thing that gets me through the day is remembering that God called us to this and is helping us uphold our commitment to our children's healing -- even when it's really hard.<br />
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and this is precisely why i hate that adoption has become a fad, even among christians.<br />
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there is, without a doubt, a revival sweeping through the church where the hearts of God's people are being called to care for orphans. many families i know sponsor children through world vision or compassion international. i've watched my church gather around adoptive families by supporting them in fundraising and also in setting up an adoption fund. there are a number of organizations that now exist to serve orphans through mission trips or to empower women through job skills training so that poverty doesn't force them to abandon or relinquish their children. <br />
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as people hear more and more about God's heart for the orphan, i think many of them are genuinely concerned and want to do something. this is why so many of my conversations about adoption with others almost always begin with, "oh, your children are adopted!? we would really like to adopt one day too." unfortunately, when something explodes in popularity (even when it's a good kind of popularity), some people tend to jump on the bandwagon without having a clue what they are doing.<br />
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like i said, we knew nothing about parenting adopted children when we began. and if that's you, but you feel so strongly that God is calling you to this journey and you are ready to commit to whatever your child will need to heal, then you need to go for it. not a day goes by that we don't think about all the other children who are just as bright, just as funny, just as bursting with personality, and just as in need of a mom and dad as kalkidan and rebuma.<br />
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but if you just want to adopt because it seems like a nice thing to do or because all your friends are doing it or because it'd be convenient for whatever circumstances you find yourself in (ie, you have 2 sons but really want a daughter or you really want kids but have never been into pregnancy), then you should remember that fads come and go, but a child who comes into your family -- even if they are difficult to deal with or bring lots of baggage -- is forever. i can't say enough that it would suck not to have something greater than myself or my "wants" to fall back on when we're having a hard day in our house because of trauma-related behavior.<br />
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i still dream of the day when all christians <strong>will at least consider</strong> whether God is nudging them to adopt, even while believing that not all people will or should adopt. even on the hard days, i'm so glad God called us to this and 100% believe these 2 goobers are totally worth it.<br />
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when we set out to choose names for our children, we knew we were undertaking a very serious task. we didn't want to choose names simply because we liked them or how they sounded or because they were family names. we wanted names with meanings, names that our children could live into. <br />
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i know the question of re-naming (or not re-naming) adopted children causes friction in the adoption community. i know some people who think it's simply wrong to take away a child's given name, primarily because it's stripping them of the one last tie they have to their birth culture (and, in some cases, birth family). i know others who believe it's the privilege of the adoptive parents to give their child a new name (like God re-naming abraham and sarah after he makes his covenant with them). and still, i know others who believe re-naming an adopted child is good for practical reasons (for example, so your child isn't the kid who gets his name mispronounced on the first day of school every year).<br />
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the thing is, based on how things have worked out for us, i'd probably tell all prospective adoptive parents to "wait and see" on the name. otherwise, you may have to write a blog post and circulate it to all the people who now know your children by the wrong names. most people go into the adoption process feeling really passionate one way or the other without considering all the variables. for the person who "knows for sure" they're going to give their child a new name, consider that your child may flat out refuse the name (this most likely won't happen if you're adopting an infant) or won't understand (because of language issues) that the new name is a <strong>name</strong> and not some other way of categorizing identity (ie, another title like "mommy" or "sister"). this has been the case with our daughter, and the reason why we have ultimately decided not to change their names. at 4 years old, our daughter knows her name is kalkidan. and while she seemed to like the name ruthie, she never latched on to ruthie kalkidan and instead consistently referred to herself as kalkidan ruthie. frankly, we decided it was unfair to force a new name on a child who so adamantly preferred her given name, especially since we have no way of really explaining the re-naming concept (likewise, i'd also say it's unfair to force a child to keep their given name if they specifically ask for a new name, which i know is common for older adopted children to do). plus, kalkidan (particularly her nickname of kal) is much more fitted to her fiesty personality, something we wouldn't have realized had we not at least been open to not re-naming her.<br />
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and for the person who "knows for sure" they're going to keep their child's given name, consider that your child may come to you with a name that's flat out crazy (ie, they could be named madonna or obama or something like that) or their name could present a religious conundrum for you (ie, you are a christian but your child's name means "the strength of allah" or something like that).<br />
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so if you know us in real-life, this is the newsflash that we're going to confuse the heck out of you by telling you that our kids' names are rebuma and kalkidan and not ruthie and ephraim. their full names will be rebuma ephraim dean and kalkidan ruth dean (because ruth flows better than ruthie after kalkidan), and you can go <a href="http://iamplantingtrees.blogspot.com/2012/01/proud-to-announce.html" target="_blank">here</a> to see what each name means. <br />
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and if you're thinking about adopting, my advice is to remember that there's no right or wrong way to approach naming your child. our kids may resent us one day for sticking them with names that are extremely unique and, for some, difficult to pronounce. they may also have resented us if we had changed their names and taken away their ethiopian names. i think each child, once they understand the issue, has the potential to take a different stance based on his/her personality. for now, we've done what seemed best with what limited perspective we all have.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-81193270659743587902012-06-23T20:46:00.001-07:002012-06-24T07:36:35.059-07:004 years old<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>today, our sweet kalkidan turned 4 years old.</strong></div>
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when we decided to adopt 2 children, we never dreamed we'd have a daughter. and now, here she is: half girly-girl (please note the tutu and pink high heels) and half tomboy (soon after the above picture was taken, she took off the tutu so she could ride her bike in just the bike shorts she got as a present today).</div>
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her favorite songs to sing are "this is the day," "he's got the whole world in his hands," and "deep and wide." (also, she really loves "baby" by justin bieber and that "call me maybe" song). she also has a wide range of ethiopian songs that she sings a lot. we have no clue what the words mean, but we love the songs and hope she never forgets them.</div>
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she loves to watch movies, and i've recently been letting her have tv time while i fold the laundry in the mornings. on repeat are: toy story 1&2, madagascar (which she calls "i like to move it move it" because the lemurs in the movie sing that song), the lion king, and a random compilation of thomas the train episodes.</div>
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her favorite foods are pizza, pasta, watermelon, and bananas. she's gotten a little pickier about food since we've been home, but there's really not much that she won't at least try. and she loved bbq when we had it recently, so she definitely fits in around these parts :)<br />
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she probably thinks burping is a socially acceptable habit, but don't worry, we've taught her how to say excuse me. and if you burp and say excuse me, she will say, "you're excused" over and over and over again until you thank her so she can tell you you're welcome.<br />
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i've been trying to remember all the funny words she says. she calls paper towels "wipers" and her leapfrog computer "people" (at least the paper towel word is an accurate descriptor. not sure where the computer word came from). she still consistently uses the amharic words for car, cup, shoes, ball, the phrase "good job," and her bathroom business. she's transitioned from amharic to english in a lot of other words, so these might be amharic keepers, which is totally OK with us since they're now part of our regular vocabulary.</div>
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she has such an amazing personality that i know will continue to reveal itself as time goes on. she is silly and loves to laugh, but she's also thoughtful and very bright. she catches on quickly to words and concepts, so her english and general communcation are improving daily. she is independent to a fault because she typically refuses to ask for help, even with tasks she can't do herself. but we've seen improvement in this over the last month. we know she still struggles a lot with anxiety and general fears about her place in our family, and we aren't scared to admit that these hurts may take awhile to heal.</div>
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today, we also remember a woman half way around the world who gave birth to this beautiful girl who is now our daughter. we pray for her, and we honor her.</div>
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happy birthday, kalkidan ruth dean.</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-33279650586502690072012-06-04T13:19:00.002-07:002012-06-04T15:18:52.248-07:00on being home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
on the plane ride to ethiopia, i was suddenly hit with a pit in my stomach. a panic washed over me and with it came a load of guilt. we'd been waiting for this time to come for years, and all i could think about was how drastically my life was going to change. there were moments during that plane ride when i wished we could just keep on perpetually waiting. i wanted to keep the <em>idea</em> of having children without having to jump into the real life of parenting them because i knew before we even had them in our custody that it was going to be hard.<br />
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we've been home for over 2 weeks now. while it has been hard, i'm thankful that we've also had many wonderful moments with our children that have been joy-filled. we have 2 really funny kids who love to talk, sing, dance, and play. our daughter loves bubbles. at every meal, she asks to hear "baby" by justin bieber (and we normally oblige). our son loves peek-a-boo, and his laughs sound like what i imagine an old man chipmunk would sound like. but i would be lying if i let people believe that we haven't had our fair share of trials. some who have visited us since our children came home have remarked at how well they seem to be doing as if they've adjusted with no problems. and it's true, considering all the transitions they have been through in the last several months, they probably are doing "well." however, appearances are deceiving, especially when you are dealing with a child who has come out of trauma. my daughter plays with a smile on her face a lot of the time, but it takes one moment of laying my hand across her chest and feeling her heart beating as if it's going to come out of her chest to know that she probably spends most her days in fight or flight mode. it takes one moment of listening to her cry over something she wanted that she couldn't have to realize that she was only crying for about 30 seconds over that thing and the rest of the time she's been crying over something else entirely -- unknown to me but deep down in her soul. it takes one moment of thoughtlessly shutting myself in the bathroom to clean off a dirty cloth diaper with my son outside the door (because there are poopy wipes in the trash can, and my son will somehow manage to pull them all out and make a huge, gross mess when i'm not looking) to know that my son still struggles with fears of being without a mommy.<br />
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one day last week, we'd just come in from playing outside, and i carried my protesting daughter to the mattress she's been sleeping on in our room (as an aside, i will say that bringing home 2 kids at once has had its challenges. on this particular day, my daughter was refusing a nap, so i had to carry her upstairs, which meant leaving my son at the bottom of the stairs with the baby gate closed. as soon as i had gotten my daughter somewhat calmed down and on her bed, i heard my son crying, which meant leaving my daughter alone to go comfort him. and while it seems logical to bring them to the same place so they can both have mommy present, that just seems to add to more stress for both of them. so unfortunately, at least in our 2-kid situation, we have to compromise on some things that adoption literature says are important so that both our kids get what they need). a few minutes later, i heard her yelling for me, so i went back up there (thankfully, my son was calm at this point). what struck me was that she was laying quietly on her bed, and she spoke with a nervous whisper -- quite a turn-around from the child she'd been just minutes earlier. as i stroked her little face, and gave her kisses on the cheek, it hit me that part of my job as her parent is to help her heal from having to be this split child. the vulnerable child who let me lay beside her is my real child -- wounds and all -- while the protesting child is an imposter who shows up when the hurts and the stresses are too overwhelming to bear. my hope for both of my kids is that one day they will be able to come to terms with their losses and will trust us enough to tell us when they are hurting.<br />
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i know other parents may be reading this and thinking, "are you sure you just aren't making a bigger deal out of behaviors that even biological children struggle with?" and it's true, bio kids can be crazy at naptime and cry when mommy is out of sight. but when your children have a history of abandonment, loss, and institutionalization, those typical behaviors are often magnified by that history. unfortunately, as a parent who is also a sinner, my tendency is to forget that my children have such tragic pasts. i have had to apologize to my daughter countless times already (even though she can't understand much of what i'm saying because of the language barrier) for being harsh with her when i should have been more gracious. sometimes giving grace is just better for attachment and making your child feel secure. but the christian tendency in parenting is to feel like you have to correct, correct, correct because you feel like you're creating a heathen if you don't (and also, if you're like me, you like to be in control all the time, so it feels like an assault on your control and on justice as you know it if you let your child get away with something).<br />
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so yeah, that's how we are doing. i don't really want to overshare about my children on the internet for lots of reasons (primarily, because they might read this blog one day), but i do think candor is good sometimes. i want people to know about adoption -- both how miraculously beautiful and awesome it is and also how hard it is. i want people to know that my children are just like your biological children and also not like them at all. i want people to know that i've yelled at my kids and have given them wrath instead of grace a million times already since they've been home and struggle everyday to be the kind of parent i know God has called me to be (and that i literally plead with the holy spirit to help me because i can't parent these kids on my own). and i also want people to know that there are still orphans out there who need a family, and there are still kids at risk for becoming orphans whose parents need assistance and empowerment so they can keep their families intact. <br />
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since my son only naps for about 30 minutes a day right now, this is probably the only substantial writing i can do for awhile, so i tried to get in all my current thoughts :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-71298756992719082282012-05-28T12:56:00.001-07:002012-05-28T12:57:17.381-07:00home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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more from mommy later!</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-26429961518977521062012-05-07T08:29:00.001-07:002012-05-07T08:29:30.011-07:00FINALLY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
we are going back to ethiopia!<br />
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i'm in a scramble to book flights and a room at ethiopia guest home as we speak. it's possible ethiopia air will start running a special this afternoon that could get us cheaper fares, so i've got my fingers crossed. i'm hopeful we'll have everything nailed down by the end of the day.<br />
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we are very likely leaving this sunday. then we'll have a full day in addis on monday to pick up a few things we wished we'd gotten the last time, and my dad is coming with us, so we'll show him around the city. i think we've convinced him to let us take him to yod abyssinia, the restaurant in addis that has traditional food and dancing. we really enjoyed ourselves there last time, and i think it's the most efficient way to get a nice dose of ethiopian culture (as if riding down the streets of addis isn't enough).<br />
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our appointment with the embassy is next thursday the 17th. we'll pick up our kids tuesday and have a couple days to start acclimating to each other before our embassy appointment. we should be able to leave ethiopia friday, but we may stay over another night if there's a significant difference in the airfare (once again, waiting to see how this potential special might affect things).<br />
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to say we are excited is an understatement. honestly, i don't think it's all sunk in yet. i could write something really emotional about how long we've been waiting (we signed on with cwa 3 years ago this month...i can't even believe it), how many delays we've had (starting with the expected wait for a referral estimated at 4-6 months when we started, and then turning into 19 months), and how we really didn't think this day would ever come. but i expect that those details, while extremely important parts of our story and things we will most certainly tell over and over again to our kids, will soon fade into the background of what will become our life together as a family. because soon, the joys and frustrations of everyday life with kids will be at the forefront. we will be rejoicing over first english words or peeing in the potty or sleeping through the night and not over a document that has come through or an approval given. and we'll be frustrated about discipline or lack of sleep and not delays or waiting.<br />
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whether a person admits it or not, the adoption process kinda hijacks your life. and, for me especially, i think it will be a huge transition not only to having 2 kids, but to being out of the adoption process. even this morning, once i opened the email from the embassy stating our interview is scheduled for the 17th, i realized i'm really not waiting on anything else anymore. that email was it. and it feels weird, but also pretty liberating.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-11320173022782790862012-04-18T11:46:00.002-07:002012-04-18T11:48:42.567-07:001 out of 2the embassy cleared ruthie's case today! now we're just waiting for ephraim's file to get to nairobi and for them to clear his case. please pray there are no delays. in fact, please pray for miraculous quickness.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592683601958336378.post-61704614474336223962012-04-16T06:55:00.003-07:002012-04-16T07:50:11.419-07:00the (last?) hiccupwe found out today that ephraim's case was forwarded to nairobi for further review. while not what we wanted to hear, it's not the end of the world. it is very hard, though, because we really thought we'd be cleared on wednesday and would be on a plane next week to ethiopia.<br /><br />if you aren't familiar with how this works, i'll give a brief explanation. according to ethiopia, our children are legally ours. an irrevocable adoption decree declares that we are their parents. however, the united states government essentially re-investigates each child's case to ensure that the child is truly an orphan. the US will not issue a visa (and thus approve immigration) for a child who it does not deem an orphan. this can obviously get sticky because the US can deny a visa to a child who is already the legal child of an american citizen. when i explain this to people who know nothing about the adoption process except for what they've heard from us, they immediately ask why the US doesn't review the cases prior to the irrevocable adoption decree being issued. i always reply, "<strong>yes, exactly. i've been asking myself the same question for the past several months." </strong>it doesn't really take a rocket scientist to figure out that the process as it stands now is inefficient and a little ridiculous.<br /><br />if the US embassy does not feel it can, with reasonable certainty, declare your child to be an orphan, they forward the case to the US citizenship and immigration office in nairobi. the trend right now is that most cases forwarded to nairobi have been cleared immediately on arrival simply because USCIS has more authority than the embassy to decide the status of a particular case. <strong>being forwarded to nairobi does not mean that the child isn't an orphan or came into an adoption situation unethically.</strong><br /><p>so we will wait just awhile longer. the interview regarding ruthie's case will still take place on wednesday, and her case will most likely be cleared. our agency has been seeing cases cleared in nairobi a week after they arrive there, so we are hoping to hear late next week that ephraim's case is cleared. we can then schedule an embassy appointment.</p><p>adoption is a really hard process. i have struggled lately with how long we have been waiting to be done with this. i kind of tricked myself into thinking that because we waited 19 months for a referral, everything after that would be smooth sailing. unfortunately, that hasn't been the case. when you continue to face delay after delay, it's easy to miss all the little miracles along the way. our case manager says it's a miracle when one child comes home from ethiopia (or any country for that matter) because of how arduous the process is and how many hoops it seems you have to jump through.</p><p>if you are thinking about adoption, please don't be discouraged. and if you have declared that you'll never adopt because it's just too hard, please reconsider. my perspective is always righted when i remember that my kids have faced the loss of family, community, language, etc. they have gone through difficult transitions and multiple caregivers. they have been alone in the world. and they are just <strong>children</strong>. so whatever we're going through on this side of things doesn't really compare to what they've endured, and it helps me to remember why this is all worth it.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832443842212269576noreply@blogger.com4