You Are What They Need

In my last post, I shared a broad overview of our one year adoption milestone. That first year is a doozy- not because of the child, per se, but anytime you grow or add to your family, there’s changes and adjustments that need to be made. And even in the best, most ideal circumstances, change brings new challenges and a new way of doing things. This may mean a new morning routine, a new mealtime routine, a new school routine, or a new bedtime routine. Because we are creatures of habit (and the older we get,…

Adoption Update: One Year Later

It’s taken a while for me to process the one year milestone in our adoption journey. (Our “Gotcha Day was Oct. 21st. & we arrived home Dec. 4th.) Many facets of this journey are still uncertain and my feelings still unreliable, but over the last couple weeks, I’ve felt like it is time. Time to start trusting myself again and share a little bit more about our journey- or more importantly, what our journey has taught me up until this point in the game.  There are two things I’m very conscious of as I share…

When Life is Hard

I’ll be honest, life is hard. For the last 4-6 weeks (I’m losing count) we’ve been in a tough season with our family transition. It’s nothing we didn’t expect, just our current reality. Adoption is beautiful, but adoption is messy. On both sides. For an adopted child, getting a new family doesn’t erase the pain and loss they experienced. It doesn’t erase the years of neglect and abandonment they felt. Even when they don’t understand their own feelings yet. We can’t undo what’s been done, but we can help them heal. We can’t fix their past, but we can help them thrive in…

Losing Normal & Low Expectations

I’ve learned time and again not to get too comfy with life. Whether it’s a house, a job, family size, or a favorite pair of jeans. And it seems like every time I do, God comes along beside me, and gently, but urgently, leads me into a new direction, toward a new place, where even my favorite pair of jeans no longer belong. I don’t know why I try, but I do. To find normal. Like a lost puppy that’s run away or something. The funny thing is I don’t even like normal, never have (puppies are okay). But something…