Archive for April 2008

I Told You So…..

April 24, 2008

The ‘Mom Talk’ on the way to school had to do with many things. ‘If at first you don’t suceed……being proud of what you have accomplished….since we are not rich, college means scholarships and this is ONE more thing for that particular application….and finally ‘you are a role model for all of those 7th graders who did not make it in this year either…and if you DON’T want to be their role model then I am ashamed of you…..’ Heh. I insisted that he go to the practice…and swore that I would call the school during 2nd hour to make sure he was there….and THEN if he found it unbearable he could make the decision not to go.

I was in the principal’s office of my school getting a piece of candy for a job well done (remember the 750 white pine seedlings that needed to be bagged??) when he walked in. I casually asked if we were going tonight and he nodded ever so slightly. My boss asked where we were going and he didn’t want to tell her. She dragged it out of him that he was being inducted into the National Junior Honor Society. Her mouth dropped open. “That’s like a really big thing,” she said. “You know that right?” He just nodded. I am not sure I am liking this ‘ultra cool, let’s not get excited about anything, 14 year old’ stage. But it was cool…and sweet and inspiring. There were candles being lit, pledges being said, certificates handed out and he even had fun. He actually admitted it. Heh. Oh…and there is another ‘ryte of passage’ on our agenda. He has been invited to his first boy/girl party Saturday night and he actually WANTS to go? I am SO not ready for this……..

Insomnia……Thy Name is Exhaustion

April 22, 2008

I am exhausted. Totally, inexplicably exhausted. So why am I wide awake writing this? We started back to school today after a week long spring break. I had three classes of very excited second graders who could not get the words out fast enough for what they had done over break. Set them to work writing 10 sentences about their vacation in Microsoft Word to use for an assessment next week. Gotta make sure they know how to maneuver their way around fonts changes, font size changes, font color changes and inserting pictures. Short lunch break spent wolfing down a toasted tuna sandwich and cucumber slices in between bucking up the Music Teacher/Community Theater Director I am helping with a production that opens on Friday. Several actors still haven’t gotten their lines down….sufficiently. Sets have not be completed. He is getting nervous and needed reassurance. After lunch there were four classes of fourth graders who slipped in to the lab and became total Power Point Gurus as we explored the ‘action button’ process. Heh. And they thought ‘custom animation’ was fun. In between classes I fielded no less than 30 emails regarding a tree bagging ‘event’ to take place tomorrow. 750 pine seedlings need to be bagged, tagged and twist tied so students can take them home on Wednesday in celebration of Earth Day. Someone ‘forgot’. Guess who is going on on her day off – which was supposed to be spent painting Max and Ruby on little girl underwear more on that later…heh – to organize and oversee the assembly lines manned by enthusiatic 4th graders to get the job done? Heh. That is AFTER I meet with the producers eager to show me the work they have done editing the cable show on literacy we taped a few weeks back. Immediately after school we picked up a take out dinner and went to rehearsal where my kiddos learned the ropes of being ‘back stage crew’ and I finished painting faux gravestones and stressed over costumes. I took pictures of 50+ cast members that need to be printed, autographed and laminated. Or was that printed laminated and then autographed?? In and out of this activity was an ongoing argument with the Royal Prince regarding a Junior National Honor Society induction ceremony tomorrow night – for which we are skipping play rehearsal, soccer practice and a clarinet lesson to attend. He has suddenly decided that he doesn’t want to go…to participate…to be inducted. Sheesh.

But I know we will go and he will participate. He will be inducted. 750 pine trees will be bagged, tagged and taken home to be planted so we can have more options for cleaner air. Pictures will be printed and autographed and hung. The play will happen on Friday and the sets will be done. The lines will be learned and the costumes will be okay. The Kindys will love the books we will read on Wednesday in class and the 5th graders will become Power Point Gurus as they explore the ‘action button’ process. As for me…..well….. think I will sleep in on Saturday. Unless we have an early soccer game.

It is only Monday, right?

Welcome to MY life. What’s new in yours?


April 5, 2008

1. The fact that there are 143 million children without a parent to kiss them goodnight has made you lose sleep.

2. You realize DNA has nothing to do with love & family.

3. You can’t watch Adoption Stories on TLC without sobbing.

4. You spend free time surfing blogs about families who’ve experienced the blessing of adoption.

5. It drives you crazy when people ask you about adopted child’s “real” parents. (This one actually doesn’t bother me. My kids know who their ‘real’ parents are….I think)

6. You’ve been “pregnant” with your adoptive child longer than it takes an elephant to give birth. (well….8 month wait for one and 11 month wait for the other doesn’t really count…)

7. You’d no idea how you’d afford to adopt, but stepped out in faith anyway, knowing He’d provide.

8. You’ve taken an airplane half-way around the world with a child you just met.

9. You realize that welcoming a child into your heart & family is one of the most important legacies you could ever leave on this earth.

10. You know what the word “Dossier” means & you can actually pronounce it correctly! (And ‘apostile’…that one was OUR biggie.)

11. You’ve welcomed a social worker into the most private parts of your life.

12. You shudder when people say your child’s so lucky that you adopted them, knowing full well you’re the blessed one to have him or her in your life.

(found this on someone else’s blog…thought it was pretty neat.)


April 3, 2008

I have been cruising through blogs based on infertility lately. Don’t really know why. I post occasionally and share our adoption story. Infertility has been an issue with us but not a deeply rooted one. We were older than most when we were married. He had two biological daughters from another marriage so it wasn’t a real issue with him to have another. I had been curiously interested in adoption from a very young age. Probably because – when I was 10 – one of my favorite books to read and reread was one called ‘The Family Nobody Wanted’ by Helen Doss. It’s the inspiring story of a minister and his wife who adopted twelve children of different races and varying shades into one family. And then there was ‘They Came to Stay’ by Marjorie Margolies. This her adoption story – Lee Heh from Korea and Holly from Viet Nam – as a single parent. Interesting that it wasn’t difficult – after all these years – to remember their names. I could probably still reel off most of the Doss kids as well.

Thanks to the internet, I have been in contact with both authors in the past several years. I let them know how their stories came to play in my own life. Adoption? No biggie. Lots of paperwork. Lots of curious questions from people who have not done it. Different? Don’t really think so….in the long run. We have our differences and similarities based on the fact that we are males and females who share the same house…the same experiences….the same arguments…..same laughs. I wasn’t really sure if my kids really felt the same. Are the lines between biological and adoption as blurred for them as it is for me? Maybe.

I went to my daughter’s educational planning meeting the other day. Her Study Skills teacher told me that she’d given her students a paragraph to write in class and was very impressed with my daughter’s work. She had a little conference with her to discuss how thoughtful the piece was…how varied the language…how well written it was. She said my daughter just smiled and leaned in close – conspiratorially – and whispered, “Yeah…..and I get that from my Mom.”