I received a phone call last Wednesday from Jack’s art teacher. She had read the book I made about his inspiring story when Jack baked and sold pumpkin bread during the month of October 2010 to raise money to send children in Uganda to school. He raised $1700 in four weeks. He now sponsors three … Continue reading Me a public speaker? Where can I hide?
Jordan had to write a poem for an english assignment. After I read it I was deeply moved by how strong his feelings are after his time spent in Uganda. Pulling his feelings out of him is like extracting a tooth. As I read his words I could see into the window of his heart and there are … Continue reading My teenager’s thoughts about helping orphans
Kira learned a new song on her birthday. All day I sang it to her. She rocked her torso and clapped her hands along. She didn’t mind so much that I’m a horrible singer. I didn’t mind so much either because it was nice to be silly for a change. Lately, when I act silly she … Continue reading Fun to be One
Kira is one year old today. She has no reference for what will unfold on her first birthday. She has experienced the abundant present unwrapping show a week before at her welcome home party, so that won’t be new. She’s already been given a wardrobe for her birthday, which was also a gift to me … Continue reading The first birthday.
Something extraordinary is happening to my husband. Only pictures can tell it well. The more he falls in love with her, the more I fall in love with him. I relish the new tenderness oozing out of his heart when he sees her, and how he melts when she leans against him, but … Continue reading Daddy’s Girl
I have made many new friends while blogging, and most of them are moms who are also in the midst of adopting. This is a network of encouragement and support that is so important for us all. One of my new friends wrote to share she will soon get her court date to go to … Continue reading Thoughts on Bonding with an adoped baby…
I seemed to have struck a few heart chords in all the mamas out there with children either in full flight or teetering on the edge ready to test the wing strength. When the children were little I thought I’d be ready to push them out like real mama birds will do if they linger … Continue reading How do I parent my adult child?
I stand in a pile of strewn laundry, left by boys who take for granted the magic transformation of stinky clothes into fresh folded stacks. The machines are churning as I glance out the window. I watch my college son chase his nine year old brother and his two friends around the front yard. An … Continue reading I let him see me cry.
Hi, it’s me Kira again. I went to my first party yesterday and I won’t rest until I can tell everyone about it. I suppose I should say the party came to me! While I was eating my breakfast two of mama’s friends came over and began decorating the house with brown and red tulle … Continue reading It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.
There is a big open house today for all the people who are intersted in meeting Kira. Two of my friends offered to do this for her and they’ve been working very hard to get every detail exactly perfect. Kira is so welcomed and loved! I decided to have it at our house so … Continue reading What should I wear?
Mzungu Mama 