Category: Adoption
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Strength is My Weakness
Nearly every job interview I have ever had, the interviewer has asked me to tell them my greatest strength and greatest weakness. I am not sure I ever gave an honest answer. I mean, who does? We try our hardest to give a strength we think would impress the interviewer, then we give a weakness…
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Scars That Bind
It’s Easter Sunday, a day I would normally be dressed in my finest and making sure my family look their best as we head off to church, my kids would have already searched for the baskets I would have hidden the night before, my husband would be telling us all to hurry to get in…
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This Hurting Moms Rant
I sat across the table and couldn’t believe what I was hearing, even though I knew it was what I was going to hear. I have spent the last four years trying everything I could to help my little one, well all three of my littles. I have done therapy, I have done attachment camps,…
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Love Costs Everything
I was at a youth camp once, I was there as a sponsor for all of our high school kids from church. One of the programs was a movie about missionaries in other countries and how they were putting their lives on the line to share the gospel. It was called ‘Love Costs Everything’. I…
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O.verly C.ontroling D.isorder
I recently discovered I have OCD, but not the normal version, my version is overly controlling disorder. How did I come to this conclusion you ask? By sitting in the chair at our therapist and being told that I may just need to have lower expectations and allow our 15-year-old daughter to fail. Let her…
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The Fairy Tale Family
This is different from my normal post about adoption and the traumas that we navigate. My mother in law asked me to write about the Thanksgiving we were able to spend together after not being sure we would ever be able to. During the holiday season I just wanted to think on family that brings…
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Finding joy in the Hell-idays
It started, the first day of Thanksgiving break, the crazy began. Our oldest daughter began her Monday with writing about how she wanted to punch her little sister, filled the day with her descent into the “woe is me” pit of pity, and ended it on the side of the road trying to get the…
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An Open Letter to the America My Children Have to Grow up In
I’m done! Enough is enough! Are we not ashamed of ourselves yet? This has been the worst of all election years I can remember. I have never in my life had to sit through and endure the ignorance that is the media today. I never as a child heard the crazy that came with the…
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The masks of the broken
I have never known a person not broken somehow. No one that has gone their whole life without a hurt of some kind. I have known those who wear the mask of perfection, the ones that advise those real enough to ask for help and then go home and drown their sorrow in what ever…
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On the gray side of things
I remember as a kid thinking there had to be more than just black and white. The way that life happened wasn’t as clear as one or the other, it was more complicated than that. When adults tried to tell me that things happened for a reason I never really believed them. Why would there…
