Hiding Your Pain

I saw a meme today, saying something to the effect of "Don't let others see you struggle. Just get through it and be an inspiration when you succeed." For the life of me, I can't find it again so you'll have to take my word for it. A few people commented with enthusiastic agreement. I … Continue reading Hiding Your Pain

My Kid Looks Young

William looks young for his age. Primarily because of his height.  And everywhere he goes, people make sure to tell him. Every new doctor. Every new teacher. Every new classmate. Man, I wish I was exaggerating. When I was a kid, I was very thin and very insecure about it. And everywhere I went, people … Continue reading My Kid Looks Young

The Person That I Want To Be

I feel like I'm still figuring out who I am. I believe that I am inherently a good person but sometimes (ok, lots of times), I get reminders that I'm still a work in progress. I'm also a person who is obsessed lately with buying positive message shirts like these. So back to the reminders … Continue reading The Person That I Want To Be

My Son And His Room

As a mom, finding the balance between my expectations and what the kids can reasonably be expected to do is a constant struggle. Of course, this is not just a mom thing. It's a Dad thing or any kind of caregiver thing. Really, it's a thing for anyone who has to ever deal with other … Continue reading My Son And His Room

My Kids Are Miraculously Mine.

I saw this picture at the thrift store and I hesitated because, as I have mentioned before, I have read many posts about the "wrongness" of celebrating adoption. I have read about how it can be a tragedy for the biological connections. How adoption means loss because you're not where you were "supposed" to be. … Continue reading My Kids Are Miraculously Mine.

The Kindness Of Strangers

Ever since my mom died, I have been drawn to all things yellow. You see, my mom loved the color yellow. She didn't wear it much but she liked it around her. My childhood bedroom walls, trinkets, flowers, soap containers; all yellow. So now I'm drawn to yellow because it's a way to connect to … Continue reading The Kindness Of Strangers

Teenagers And Ice Cream

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

Life Lessons

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

You Just Don’t Know What Tomorrow Brings

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

Everyone Doesn’t Know Who We Are

    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