Our kids are teenagers. Ok, Lizzie is technically not. She’s only 11. And Antwan has a few more months of not technically being a teenager. But, emotionally? Yeah, they are teenagers. One of the true bummers about that is their apparent inability to have any fun anymore. Not in the silly way that I have … Continue reading Teenagers And Ice Cream
Once a month, William and Antwan have to do a check up before they get their monthly prescriptions. The med checks are routine and no big deal but it's still a hassle. A "fun" thing about my doctor's office is that you are required to confirm that you are coming or they will actually cancel your … Continue reading Life Lessons
My cousin died. But please don't express your sympathies to me, I hadn't seen her in years and years. I'm still sad. But I'm more sad for her immediate family because they have to go through IT. Through the loss and the change of definition of what daily life entails. Through all that stuff that really, … Continue reading You Just Don’t Know What Tomorrow Brings
The whole time that I have been mom to my kiddos, we lived in an area that was not particularly diverse. I guess that's the reason that everyone knew who we were. Transracial families were also more unusual than they are now. Not that they are particularly common now but it is definitely … Continue reading Everyone Doesn’t Know Who We Are
It's been an eventful bunch of months. I adjusted to working outside the home, weathered motherhood, and had countless moments of self reflection. Blah blah blah, I lived. I got wrapped up in it. This is just the obligatory explanation that I feel compelled to make after not blogging for so long. I (we) also … Continue reading What About My Son?
I want to be happy. I want to feel fulfilled. I want to figure out what my passion is and follow it. But, I'm not. And, I haven't (yet). A couple of months ago, I started working. It's not because I wanted to. It's not because I thought I needed time away from my kids. But, I … Continue reading Hired For a Job That I’m Not Doing
I think when you adopt, there tends to be that fear in the back of your mind that your child will one day think you are not enough. There is for me, anyway. I worry about when they'll start wondering about their biology and that mysterious birth parent. I’d be lying if I said that I don't … Continue reading Insecurities of the Adoptive Mom