My mom died. But this is not a blog post about that directly because I just can't. Or you will see me ugly crying through the screen and nobody wants that. Because even the word "devastated," doesn't accurately define how I (and my family) are feeling. This is about the unintentional final gift from my mom. A … Continue reading We Don’t Give Up On Family
Tag: transracial adoption
An Emptier Nest
My oldest son has moved out. I haven't seen him in days and I don't know exactly where he is living. Only that it is on the other side of town. Years ago, I changed the way I parented Kaleb. It bordered on being his friend which is against all the advice from smart people. … Continue reading An Emptier Nest
Adoption Defines Us… Sort Of
Sometimes people focus on the fact that our kids are adopted. Why wouldn't they? It's a big part of who we are. Yes, in some ways, it defines us. But, in a lot of ways, it is just part of us. Like, our kids are adopted and also, we like to eat hamburgers! So, we were … Continue reading Adoption Defines Us… Sort Of
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
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
When Things Get Dicey With The Neighbors
"Don't yell at my son!" The words echoed in my head and a combination of pride and panic filled my insides. In the past, when things had gotten heated with Brian and anyone else (as will happen at some points in life), I had only panicked. I went right to the "don't cause a scene" … Continue reading When Things Get Dicey With The Neighbors
Homeschool Fun With Insects
So, it looks like we are embarking on an unexpected insect adventure. Praying Mantises! I was volunteering in one of Antwan's co-op classes and the main teacher also teaches the bug class. She had approximately 200 Praying Mantises with her and was ready to distribute them to her class. I, of course, was all excited … Continue reading Homeschool Fun With Insects
When Doctors Don’t Tell You What You Want To Hear.
Let's talk infertility! To me, it's like a dirty word. It represents everything that I hate about myself. And, yet, it is the thing that brought my children to me. Because let's face it, what are the odds that we would have gone out looking to adopt if I had been popping out babies like seemingly … Continue reading When Doctors Don’t Tell You What You Want To Hear.
Hospitals Have Great Mashed Potatoes But I Don’t Want To Go Back.
A handful of weeks ago, (has it really been that long??), we found ourselves at the hospital with William. My experience with hospitals is limited. I had a hernia operation when I was a kid but most of my memories involve me grossing out my friends by showing them my incisions. I also remember my mom surprising me … Continue reading Hospitals Have Great Mashed Potatoes But I Don’t Want To Go Back.
My Son And Honesty…Or Lack There Of.
I've been trying to write this post about William for awhile. (If you are reading this, by the way, that means he is cool with it.) I get a little written and then plan to go back to it and then get sucked into the mom trenches. Before I get back to finish, something else has happened and I … Continue reading My Son And Honesty…Or Lack There Of.