Monday, April 13, 2009

Wishful Thinking...Hopeful Dreams


I have been dreaming… again

I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was a student in a school. The school administrators were workers from my agency. Now, I have never met any of these individuals personally, and other than a picture of the agency director, I have never seen them.They are simply voices on the phone, so I suppose that my mind made up images of what they should look like.

I remember that there were individuals, including myself , who were sitting in a waiting area while the administrators met behind a closed door. The details are a little fuzzy but I do recall that people’s names were called out. Apparently these were PAPs who were getting referrals.

I remember wondering why my presence was requested because my wait was supposed to be at least six months, but then my name was called and I was told that I also had a referral. I then awakened a little confused.

I do know that I am in no way close to getting that good news. However, reading blogs and messages about other PAPs receiving referrals and court dates has me secretly, or maybe not so much, wishing for my turn. I realize that I have to wait, but I am entitled to dream about something good for a change.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

I love this!

I am not weighing in on the Madonna controversy at all. My opinions will be kept to myself. With that said...




I wanted to post this video because I found it very touching, inspiring and beautiful. I had tears of joy when I watched it. There are so many ways to create a family. I do not personally know this family, but I think that it is so wonderful how this couple united, created a blended family and then made room for three more.

I think that this family was featured in Jet magazine some time ago. I remember reading an article and cutting it out because it inspired me. I am going to dig out the article.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009


When I was pregnant with Q I gained over 50 pounds. I remember my doctor warning me that I shouldn’t go over a certain weight. I needed to slow down my weight gain. In my 7th month, the doctor realized that his warning was in vain. I stepped on to the scale, saw the disappointing number and dragged my 198 pound frame off. Needless to say, when I delivered my 8 pound 6 ounce baby, my weight was much more than the doctor prescribed.

My Q didn’t have a weight problem in the least. If anything she could have used a couple of pounds. We used to call her skinny mini. In reality she was just fine. She was a chubby little baby but as a teen she wore no larger than a size 4. Her mom,(Me), on the other hand, packed on more pounds after pregnancy. I managed to lose some but I never got back to a pre pregnancy weight.

So here’s what I’m gonna do….

I would like to lose about 40 pounds. I am going to track my weight loss here as I wait for my little one. Instead of gaining weight as in pregnancy, I am going to lose weight as I wait to adopt. It’s about me being in tip top shape for my new arrival.

I was given an estimate of a 6-8 month wait for a referral. One month has gone by. So I will count six months from today which will add up to about 27 weeks. Oh my gosh that long?!!!!

As I was surfing I came across an interesting website: Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans.

Sisterhood of the Shrinking Jeans



I have decided to accept their challenge and I will be weighing in on Wednesdays beginning today. I will post my results here each Wednesday.I will post number of pounds lost, not my weight. I don’t know you like that yet. This will help me pass the time as I wait and I will become more physically fit at the same time.

Waiting


I have always considered myself to be a very patient person. Nothing that I have ever truly wanted has come to me easily. A lot of work was involved plus a great deal of patience. I am no stranger to struggle. I realize that this very important journey is no different. A great deal of work is required before, during and after the process.

However, I am having so much difficulty waiting. I feel helpless because there is really nothing else for me to do but wait. I have been officially waiting for a whopping one month two and a half weeks. What am I going to be like 6 months into the wait? There are some PAPs that have been waiting a year or more!

I wonder if I am truly impatient or if I am just anxious to be a mom again. I feel that it’s the latter. It’s not only the waiting that’s hard, but fear of the unknowns in the process.

I need to come up with a plan that will make the waiting more bearable; a project that will take a few months to complete. I need something that will occupy my time, my mind and take me completely away from thoughts about my process. I need a new obsession. Any ideas?

Monday, April 6, 2009

Keep on Moving... Don't Stop!


Last week I received the highly coveted I-171H. I was so pleased to see that envelope in my mailbox. It means that I am free to adopt internationally.

Another milestone has been reached, another positive step forward to motherhood again.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Don't Take Your Love Away


In addition to adoption, blogs I have been visiting blogs written by other grieving mothers. It’s helpful to me because reading their accounts lets me know that I am not alone with my feelings. Our situations differ greatly, however sentiments are similar. One mom listed the 20 things that a bereaved parent wishes that people would remember. She posted the following:

Her Words:

Rainbow Over My Broken Heart


“ I wish you wouldn't stay away from me. The truth is losing my baby doesn't mean I'm contagious. By staying away you make me feel isolated, confused and like it is my fault.”


Back to my words:

Death is a very difficult concept. People strive to understand it but seldom do. Feelings of awkwardness overtake the so called comforters. Instead of sticking by the bereaved, they retreat, withdraw, take back the support, however unintentional. I realize that people simply don’t know what to say.

As far as I am concerned words are not necessary. A hug given at the proper time feels oh so good. You don’t have to speak, just don’t leave me, when I need you so much now.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Learn to Live, Help Others


“Such deep, unfathomable grief makes poets of us all. Only the quietly written word wrenched from the depths of the soul, comes close to describing the pain. We the grieving translate the keening cries and the desperate screams of disbelief into the poetry that consoles us.”
Marie Levine

I am reading a new book. The above quote comes directly from author, Marie Levine, who penned that book. It is entitled First You Die: Learn To Live After the Death of Your Child.

Ms. Levine experienced the death of her only child and lived through it to write the words that would console, comfort and inspire another grieving mother.
Never in my wildest nightmares did I dream that I would ever find the need to read such a book or to find words to sooth my grieving heart. My experience defies what is normal. Parents are not supposed to outlive their children, it simply should not be. But the reality, my reality, is that it happens.

But how does one deal with such a tragic situation? Lay down and die yourself? Although there have been many a day when I want to do just that, reality sets in. I have something to do. There’s someone who needs me. There are also so many people to help.I think of others who have experienced loss, and how they used their grief, their pain, their experience to help others in need.

One such individual is John Walsh.


He lost his son Adam in a very horrific way and one would have thought that he would have given up. Instead, he thought of a way that he could help others in a similar situation. His tireless anti crime activism, his work on the television show America’s Most Wanted,has proven to be a benefit to many. Dangerous criminals have been captured and have taken their proper places in lock up.







  • Mrs. Mamie Till, who mustered up the unbelievable strength and boldness to allow an open casket so that the world could behold what a group of monsters did to her only son. Emett's death was not to be in vain. This courageous mother fought without let up until justice was realized. This true champion of civil rights lived to be 81 years old and endured crushing pain for that long. Mrs.Till is resting peacefully.




    Another gifted soul that comes to mind is no stranger to many individuals in the world of international adoption. Mrs. Haregewoin Teferra, a hero to many,in the depths of own grief from the loss of her daughter,found the strength to care for countless Ethiopian orphans. She has enhanced the lives of these dear ones as well as inspired others to adopt including this writer. (Me) This is something that she had done until her recent death about a week ago. Mrs. Teferra will be greatly missed.

    I am sure that if I think long and hard enough I can come up with many more examples. Through all of this I have realized that it is possible to be comforted from the example of others. Many a book has been written, a song sang, a story told that is born out of the anguish of another. King David was in deep distress when he penned many of the Psalms. This is the poetry that is wrenched from deep within that Ms. Levine so eloquently described in the above quote. This poetry becomes a cleansing to the poet and to the recipients of the words. I long to be a poet.