The days are getting shorter. Little shadows stretch out long across the grass and leaves. Its fall and there is a chill in the air, but the sun is warm on our skin as we play in the yard. I could be fixing dinner. Or folding the laundry that has been sitting in a basket for two days. I could be finishing a paper. Shopping. Cleaning. The list goes on and on.
But we stay outside. This is my favorite time of year. And my kids are in what may be my favorite stage ever. We are soaking in every moment.
There are bedtime secrets. Sword fights. Stories. Endless hide and seek. Naptime. Bathtime. Their cheeks are rosy, eyes bright. Their imaginations and feet run wildly from morning to night. There are moments, daily, that are so tender I have to choke back tears. I'm afraid I'll forget. Forget the silly things they say, how tiny their hands are, how it feels to be their mom. I used to journal daily, but those days have long been pushed aside, giving way to an array of other activities. There are pictures and videos, but I have yet to figure out how to capture the spontaneity, the laughter, the essence of childhood- especially without getting distracted by the internet at my fingertips. I want to stop the clock, and at the very same time cannot wait to see what is coming next. It is bittersweet to watch the days pass.
We are blessed beyond my wildest dreams, and yet the desire for another child is an unrelenting ache. I have so much it feels ungrateful to ask for more- and yet I beg. Our hearts are filled to the brim with love for our family, and yet there is room for a child who's face I dream of. This too is bittersweet.
I'm not really a fan of chocolate. But I am a fan of The Office. When Mike and I were first married we saved our pennies and wedding money to buy as many seasons as we could. We have watched them over and over. My memories of the Office are all tied up in our first summer together, "sick" days on the couch, and hours of late night cuddling together rocking new babies. But I digress. In the words of Michael Scott "I guess this is what they call a bittersweet moment...That's what I hate bittersweet chocolate. I don't even... what's the point of that? Why not just sweet?".
But here is the thing. The years we spent praying, and waiting for our two tiny miracles have made me ever grateful. I'm not sure I would have treasured every moment this way had it not been so hard won. So while there is a small part of me that just wishes it could be all sweet, all fun, all the time- I don't think I'd be so happy. Isn't that a weird thought? And yet I keep thinking, there is joy in wanting. The wanting makes the having all worthwhile. The bitter is what makes the sweet.
I guess in this warm sun and cool breeze, listening to the laughter of innocence and childhood, and contemplating life (as I can never quite manage to quiet my mind) I have but one conclusion. There is a God. He knows me, and He loves me. In the crunch of autumn leaves and the kiss of my daughter I cannot help but know He is there. I know it as surely as I know anything. My son's small hand in mine, singing as we walk, I am overwhelmed with love. Both the love received and love given. The words "For it must needs be, that there is an opposition in all things." (2 Nephi 2:11) come to my mind. The promise that my family is mine forever cradles my heart with tender hope and empowering protection.
To have truth rooted in my heart brings me immeasurable peace. The craziness of the world, my own personal struggles, the business of life- all slide into perspective as I focus on my faith. It is so simple, my faith. But, everything treasured in my heart tonight are small and simple things. But these small things are my everything.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
A New Year
I think the first mistake I made was asking the wrong question.
Perhaps I should have asked myself "what do you want to achieve"? Or perhaps, "who do you want to become"? But no. When it came time to consider the hopes and desires I have for the year to come, I asked myself
Not surprisingly, I had quite a list of things I want. Mainly: I want to be home, I want to be rich, and I want to be happier.
Less surprising, was the fact that of those three main wishes of my heart, only one is within reach. And its the one I want as a gift, not a goal. I'll give you a hint, its the last one.
Well, then I was really in a predicament. I was all worked up and excited about making this year amazing, and now I was faced with an internal dilemma. Which, lets be honest here, is the hardest kind. In a fight with yourself who wins? Who loses?
Lets look at what I just did here. I love my job, but I wish it could wait until my kids are older. And if I quit to stay home (my first wish) we will be the opposite of rich (my second wish). If Mike and I both focus on work, pick up extra hours etc, we would never be home. That, is a conundrum if I ever saw one.
Which leaves me with my final wish. Happiness. Which I have in spades, and yet I find myself wanting more. More and more. How can I have it if I don't get the other things I want? I cannot make myself happy, I can pretend sure, but fake it till you make it is just a facade.
After weeks of wrestling with my life and realizing the ever true "you can have anything you want, but you can't have it all" I was exhausted and so was Mike (from listening to me). I was so mad that I couldn't make life give me what I want. That no matter how flexible I was going to be I could not find a solution to my conundrum. It just maddens me that I couldn't have what I wanted right now.
So there I was. Mad. And stuck. Ever been there? Me too. So I had no choice but to work backwards on my New Year's Resolutions. I want to be happier, that's what I am going for this year. Time to ask the right question "what do I need to do/become/be to achieve my goal". Now I was cooking. I was on fire. Focused. It took almost no time to fill a page with ways to be happy, and moments more to turn them into goals. Here are the things that bring happiness to my life and what I'm going to do about them:
*Spending time with Mike--------- Date night twice a month. Alone, out of the house.
*Time with my kids------Focus on quality, reading, imaginative play, and teaching. Daily.
*Exercise---------Just do it. 30 min x 5 days/week. (I've been working up to this for months, once a few short months ago I never could have made it. This is a build up goal)
Notice anything? These are nothing fancy. This is just living my life, the way I already know I should. These are just things I need to do MORE of. But I was missing one small but essential piece.
I'm a Mormon. I LOVE my faith, it is what gets me going, gets me through, and gives me perspective. And while I had my day of questioning, I have long since become unshakable. Nevertheless, sometimes I take for granted how much of a difference my simple faith makes in my daily life. It makes all the difference. So I added one more goal, the key really:
*Read the Book Of Mormon. Every day. (If you are like whaaaaa? Click here.)
Do you want to know how its going? I am home when I am home, because I am at peace. I feel richer, truly, because I remember what is really of value. And I am happier. Already. This isn't a goal that has taken weeks or months for a payoff. It was immediate.
I definitely asked the wrong question first. But thankfully I course corrected and just checked in to what I believe. I'm pretty lucky, I have a wonderful and blessed life. But if you are anything like me, and your life is great and you were still looking for something, try looking here. Who am I to tell you what will bring you what you want this year. All I know is that if you can't seem to find what you want, or want what you have, its worth a shot. Time and time again I have turned to my faith and been uplifted. My highs and my lows are higher. My joy lasts longer, and my life is peaceful.
I'm really excited about this year. I can't wait to potty train the kids (for real. soon.), paint our table, make our house a home, go on a cruise with my lover (who, by the way, is also my husband. just to be clear), and, if we are really lucky, get pregnant. Its going to be a great year.
I can't wait!
Perhaps I should have asked myself "what do you want to achieve"? Or perhaps, "who do you want to become"? But no. When it came time to consider the hopes and desires I have for the year to come, I asked myself
"What do I want".
Not surprisingly, I had quite a list of things I want. Mainly: I want to be home, I want to be rich, and I want to be happier.
Less surprising, was the fact that of those three main wishes of my heart, only one is within reach. And its the one I want as a gift, not a goal. I'll give you a hint, its the last one.
Well, then I was really in a predicament. I was all worked up and excited about making this year amazing, and now I was faced with an internal dilemma. Which, lets be honest here, is the hardest kind. In a fight with yourself who wins? Who loses?
Lets look at what I just did here. I love my job, but I wish it could wait until my kids are older. And if I quit to stay home (my first wish) we will be the opposite of rich (my second wish). If Mike and I both focus on work, pick up extra hours etc, we would never be home. That, is a conundrum if I ever saw one.
Which leaves me with my final wish. Happiness. Which I have in spades, and yet I find myself wanting more. More and more. How can I have it if I don't get the other things I want? I cannot make myself happy, I can pretend sure, but fake it till you make it is just a facade.
After weeks of wrestling with my life and realizing the ever true "you can have anything you want, but you can't have it all" I was exhausted and so was Mike (from listening to me). I was so mad that I couldn't make life give me what I want. That no matter how flexible I was going to be I could not find a solution to my conundrum. It just maddens me that I couldn't have what I wanted right now.
So there I was. Mad. And stuck. Ever been there? Me too. So I had no choice but to work backwards on my New Year's Resolutions. I want to be happier, that's what I am going for this year. Time to ask the right question "what do I need to do/become/be to achieve my goal". Now I was cooking. I was on fire. Focused. It took almost no time to fill a page with ways to be happy, and moments more to turn them into goals. Here are the things that bring happiness to my life and what I'm going to do about them:
*Spending time with Mike--------- Date night twice a month. Alone, out of the house.
*Time with my kids------Focus on quality, reading, imaginative play, and teaching. Daily.
*Exercise---------Just do it. 30 min x 5 days/week. (I've been working up to this for months, once a few short months ago I never could have made it. This is a build up goal)
Notice anything? These are nothing fancy. This is just living my life, the way I already know I should. These are just things I need to do MORE of. But I was missing one small but essential piece.
I'm a Mormon. I LOVE my faith, it is what gets me going, gets me through, and gives me perspective. And while I had my day of questioning, I have long since become unshakable. Nevertheless, sometimes I take for granted how much of a difference my simple faith makes in my daily life. It makes all the difference. So I added one more goal, the key really:
*Read the Book Of Mormon. Every day. (If you are like whaaaaa? Click here.)
Do you want to know how its going? I am home when I am home, because I am at peace. I feel richer, truly, because I remember what is really of value. And I am happier. Already. This isn't a goal that has taken weeks or months for a payoff. It was immediate.
I definitely asked the wrong question first. But thankfully I course corrected and just checked in to what I believe. I'm pretty lucky, I have a wonderful and blessed life. But if you are anything like me, and your life is great and you were still looking for something, try looking here. Who am I to tell you what will bring you what you want this year. All I know is that if you can't seem to find what you want, or want what you have, its worth a shot. Time and time again I have turned to my faith and been uplifted. My highs and my lows are higher. My joy lasts longer, and my life is peaceful.
I'm really excited about this year. I can't wait to potty train the kids (for real. soon.), paint our table, make our house a home, go on a cruise with my lover (who, by the way, is also my husband. just to be clear), and, if we are really lucky, get pregnant. Its going to be a great year.
I can't wait!
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
A Love For All Seasons
It's all fine and dandy to be all in love and on top of the world. Yeah for young, "honeymoon" love. While you may think you read sarcasm in that, I promise its not there. I love love. Hand holding, cuddling, dating, all the cheesey stuff- I love it. For real.
But since this is my blog, about my life, and I'm not in a honeymoon phase of anything right now- I'm not going to write about that.
But I am going to write about love, and dedicate it to my love. So Mike, this is for you.
Thank you. Thank you for holding my hand when you would probably rather wring my neck. Thank you for doing the laundry so I can spend time with the kids during the week. Thank you for cleaning up the dishes at night. Thank you for listening to me when I'm saying what I've already said a hundred times. It means the world to me that you care about my happiness. Thank you for all of the little things you are doing to try to ease my load. I know you hear about the things you aren't doing- and I need to be better about telling you how much I appreciate all you do. Thank you for loving me when I take you for granted.
You are an amazing dad. The best I have ever seen. Sure you don't always do things the way I would- and I know I get on you about that. But when I see the way you are with the kids, and I see how lucky they are to have you, all that little stuff just doesn't matter anymore. I don't tell you that enough. Thank you for loving me when I am ungrateful.
Thank you for loving me enough to overlook the smudges of yesterday's makeup and kiss me before I've brushed my teeth. Thank you for holding me close even if I choose to stay in my sweats all day. There is no one in the world more important to me than you- yet it's you who constantly see's me at my worst. Its you who gets the brunt of my fatigue and stress. And yet even when I know you've heard me complain, you hear me out again. You take the snappiness, the edginess, and the whining. Sometimes I'm in over my head- thank you for hearing me out and sticking by me when I'm a pain.
I know how much you hate it when I'm struggling. Not because you hate the aftermath of a struggle, but because no matter what we are going through I know I matter to you. I know you love me when I'm on top of the world, and I love everything, and I'm on my game. But thank you for not walking away when I'm on the verge of tears, and I'm telling you I don't know if I can do any more.
The whole idea of loving each other through thick and thin, "for better or worse" has gone away. Its easy to love the "thick" and the "better". But you are my rock through my thin, and worse. And I love you for it. Maybe not love in the crazy, excited, lovestruck way I sometimes love you. But in a very deep, dark, quiet, near to my heart kind of way. It may not feel like it, and it may not look like it- but I love you more than I ever have.
When we got married, it was an act of faith. I loved you sure, but a lot of what I was marrying you for was the promise, the hope. I hoped you would come through for me, be there for me, and turn into the husband and father of my dreams. We have a ways to go yet- sure. But you are the husband of my dreams. You have earned it. I have confidence in you coming through, because you have. I know the laundry, dishes, bills, work, and life as we know it are not exactly conducive to romance- at least not in the typical sense. There really isn't anything sexy and exciting about being tired, and walking though piles of kids toys. But know this- I love you more than ever. You are my everything. Someday our life will change and we'll enter a new phase. Who knows whats coming. I sure don't. But I wouldn't change or trade any of it- not for a minute. Like it or not, you are stuck with me because you have proven to be everything I had hoped and dreamed you would.
I love you.
I LOVE YOU. Maybe that is what has really changed. Maybe I'm in love with love less, and in love with you more. Maybe I was a bit in love with the dating, and whirlwind of gestures we had time for. Who wouldn't love that? I'm grateful we had all that romance and energy to get us going. But what is going to get us through now is the incredible respect and deep appreciation I have for you. You are still my best friend, and though we may have less time now, you are still the one I can't wait to talk to and spend time with. If I had to go through the challenges of life, and I'm pretty sure there is no way around them, I am glad its you by my side. So with all of my heart, I love you. For better and worse, and everything in between.
And to those of you who are newly married- don't panic- but at some point life is going to get hard. It will whether you are married or not. Its just how life is. If you are lucky enough to have someone by your side, don't worry, its not that the romance is gone forever, or that you aren't right for each other. Hang in there. You will have disagreements, challenges, and outright fights. What, he didn't bring you flowers today? Big whoop. She doesn't get sports? Whatever. You will be okay, work it out. I'm not through to the other side of anything, so I can't tell you it gets easier. But the love gets deeper. And its worth every minute.
Maybe mother nature had it right all along. Maybe its not supposed to be spring all the time. Maybe what makes spring springy, is the winter. Maybe love has its seasons too.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Thin
I can't say that since the dawn of puberty I have known much about what it is like to be thin. Not that I have ever been devastatingly obese, but I have pretty much been on a diet (if not physically, then mentally) since I was about 13. All in the name of being thin. Its just something I really wanted.
Maybe part of the problem is that I was a gangly youth, so I came into adulthood with certain expectations. Maybe part of the problem is that I was an aspiring dancer in a regular teenage body.
Whatever the reason, I have always admired the thinner, leaner body I can only dream of.
But lately when I see thin, I have a slightly different reaction. I almost feel aggravated. Not at them, for them. I just want to yell "eat something", "gosh dangit, quit living at the gym". This is totally made up, as most of the time I have no personal insight whatsoever. I'm judging a book by its cover, so to speak. Because "thin" has come to mean something akin to deprivation to me. Weird right?
I can't help it. Perhaps not my body, but my life is thin right now. I've cut the fat and the fun out, added a few extra hours of workouts, and portioned the heck out of my days. And for whatever reason, when I think about my life, it feels thin. And I'll tell you what, if this is what thin is really like- I'm over it.
Thin feels like never enough. Not enough time, laundry never done, always saying no. Always less. Never ever enough.
Now, lest you think I hate my life, I don't. I am very very grateful for my wonderful husband, and endlessly adorable toddlers. I have a fantastic job, that was (even when I forget) an answer to prayer. The problem is, I want incompatible things. Mike always quotes "You can have anything you want in life, but you can't have it all". While I want to argue it, I have to say its true. I don't buy it, you cannot have it all. Nobody can, nobody does.
Having always been a stay at home mom, I've always thought it a tad self-serving for women to go back to work with small children at home. Perhaps because we hear things like "income", or "self-fulfillment"and we assume those were primary reasons to resume working. But finding myself on the other side of life these days, I eat my unspoken, judgemental words. While I may have an additional income, it is of necessity not frivolity. While I tell myself, and others, that there is self-fulfillment, I am also desperately missing being home. And while I make no claims to know why women work, I can tell you that the vast majority of women I know and work with, are torn. And when I ask them if its gets better, they offer support and encouragement but the answer is always "no".
Its unfortunate that thin is in. I hate it. I'm mad. I'm mad at the expectations I have. Wherever they came from, I'm MAD that I feel like I need to work out, and make money, and play educationally with my kids, and make the meals, and DIY my house, and get all of the errands done, keep the house immaculate and be nice. Oh, and squeeze in some service and put on mascara. ARE YOU KIDDING ME WORLD!!! WHO DOES THAT??? THERE ARE ONLY 24 HOURS IN A DAY. No matter where you live, work, or how many kids you have.
I know some awesome women. Most of them have really got a few things down, and no insult to any of them, but none of them are doing it all. Though I have to say, some people are tricky, and it really looks like they can do it all. But who are we trying to impress? Our friend? Who is (if the are like me) frantically trying to tidy up if you are on your way, jump out of her sweats before you catch her, vacuum up the house like her kids don't eat in the living room...
Maybe its not about thin after all. I don't know, I'm still convinced that thin is overrated. And maybe most of you out there have got this down. But I'll tell you what, I have way to many expectations and they are falling short. And I'm getting tired of it. And in all reality I'm pretty well balanced, and have great support systems, and I'm still feeling a ridiculous amount of pressure. And while I have yet to figure out where this pressure is coming from, when I do I will karate punch the heck out of it. That will teach it to mess with me.
Maybe part of the problem is that I was a gangly youth, so I came into adulthood with certain expectations. Maybe part of the problem is that I was an aspiring dancer in a regular teenage body.
Whatever the reason, I have always admired the thinner, leaner body I can only dream of.
But lately when I see thin, I have a slightly different reaction. I almost feel aggravated. Not at them, for them. I just want to yell "eat something", "gosh dangit, quit living at the gym". This is totally made up, as most of the time I have no personal insight whatsoever. I'm judging a book by its cover, so to speak. Because "thin" has come to mean something akin to deprivation to me. Weird right?
I can't help it. Perhaps not my body, but my life is thin right now. I've cut the fat and the fun out, added a few extra hours of workouts, and portioned the heck out of my days. And for whatever reason, when I think about my life, it feels thin. And I'll tell you what, if this is what thin is really like- I'm over it.
Thin feels like never enough. Not enough time, laundry never done, always saying no. Always less. Never ever enough.
Now, lest you think I hate my life, I don't. I am very very grateful for my wonderful husband, and endlessly adorable toddlers. I have a fantastic job, that was (even when I forget) an answer to prayer. The problem is, I want incompatible things. Mike always quotes "You can have anything you want in life, but you can't have it all". While I want to argue it, I have to say its true. I don't buy it, you cannot have it all. Nobody can, nobody does.
Having always been a stay at home mom, I've always thought it a tad self-serving for women to go back to work with small children at home. Perhaps because we hear things like "income", or "self-fulfillment"and we assume those were primary reasons to resume working. But finding myself on the other side of life these days, I eat my unspoken, judgemental words. While I may have an additional income, it is of necessity not frivolity. While I tell myself, and others, that there is self-fulfillment, I am also desperately missing being home. And while I make no claims to know why women work, I can tell you that the vast majority of women I know and work with, are torn. And when I ask them if its gets better, they offer support and encouragement but the answer is always "no".
Its unfortunate that thin is in. I hate it. I'm mad. I'm mad at the expectations I have. Wherever they came from, I'm MAD that I feel like I need to work out, and make money, and play educationally with my kids, and make the meals, and DIY my house, and get all of the errands done, keep the house immaculate and be nice. Oh, and squeeze in some service and put on mascara. ARE YOU KIDDING ME WORLD!!! WHO DOES THAT??? THERE ARE ONLY 24 HOURS IN A DAY. No matter where you live, work, or how many kids you have.
I know some awesome women. Most of them have really got a few things down, and no insult to any of them, but none of them are doing it all. Though I have to say, some people are tricky, and it really looks like they can do it all. But who are we trying to impress? Our friend? Who is (if the are like me) frantically trying to tidy up if you are on your way, jump out of her sweats before you catch her, vacuum up the house like her kids don't eat in the living room...
Maybe its not about thin after all. I don't know, I'm still convinced that thin is overrated. And maybe most of you out there have got this down. But I'll tell you what, I have way to many expectations and they are falling short. And I'm getting tired of it. And in all reality I'm pretty well balanced, and have great support systems, and I'm still feeling a ridiculous amount of pressure. And while I have yet to figure out where this pressure is coming from, when I do I will karate punch the heck out of it. That will teach it to mess with me.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Cicada Lullaby
There are some things I am still getting used to here in the south. Many of those things are insects, and to be honest I'm not so sure I'll ever get used to them. At least not the cockroaches. I did however fall in love with the twinkling of fireflies in our backyard every evening this summer! And while at first the extraordinarily loud communications of our local katydids drove me nuts, I have grown accustomed to their nighttime racket.
Anyway, last night I fell asleep to the song of the cicada. Its a beautiful name for a terribly ugly bug. Never in a million years did I think I would find enjoyment in that sound. But last night I did.
Do you know why? Because Emma fell asleep in less that 5 minutes, and before 8pm last night. My kids have always been good sleepers, especially Beckett. Until I went back to work (which I did one month and five days ago). I wrestled and wrestled with going back to work. Haha, remember this post? Well, right after that I got a job offer. And lets be honest, two years our of school with no work- that was nothing short of a miracle. But if I have learned anything in my life it is that my prayers are always answered. So pray I did. And then I took the job. And then my whole world fell apart, or at least in some ways it felt like it.
I'd be lying if I said it was easy. When I tell people I have gone back to work they say things like "it must be so nice to have adult conversations again", or "I bet you just love using your skills", or "I think its better for you and your kids if you work, you'll be a better mom when you are home". And maybe those things are true. I am a very good nurse, and I worked hard to get there. But the truth is that I have loved being a mom, a stay at home mom, more than I ever could have imagined.
Every single day I miss my kids. And its been 5 weeks. This summer was the happiest I have ever been. I loved every day of our life. I had time with the kids, time to work out and organize our life, time to spend with my hubby at night... I miss Mike. I'm gone on the weekends a lot now. And soon I'll be working nights, and I hate sleeping alone. I've called my mom and sisters crying on occasion, because my heart feels broken into tiny pieces when my kids are sad. And while they really love the sitter we have, they really miss their mom.
For example, last week I was exhausted and trying to get Emma down. She was really getting on my nerves, and although I don't spank my kids I was contemplating it. So I got my fierce voice and sternly told Emma "Do you want me to spank you"! And you know what she said? Through her tears she choked out "Yes. Please spank me. Hold me please. Spank me please. Mommy please hold me". My little 20lb, tear streaked daughter would rather I yell or hit her than be alone. I questioned a lot of things that night.
I kept telling myself it would get better.
And then it got worse. Especially for Emma.
I think Heavenly Father knew I was reaching the brink. I think He knows me very well, and I know He must be aching for Emma too. So last night Mike gave Emma a blessing. And we put her to bed. And then we stood outside her door, holding hands and crying (okay. Emma & I were the ones crying, but it was just because I can't stand to hear her scream "mommy please don't leave me, please hold me, mommy please"). And then we waited. It took only four minutes and seventeen seconds for her to fall asleep last night. Tonight was only one minute, eleven seconds.
So I went to bed early. I'm nursing a cold, and I'm completely emotionally and physically exhausted from the last few months of our life. We all are. Its been a big adjustment for our whole family. And while I was laying there, I heard the ciada's song. And my daughter and I slept peacefully through the entire night.
Its a simple thing, sleeping through the night. But sometimes its the little things that mean the most. And last night what meant the most to me was the sound of gentle breathing over the monitor and the lullaby of a horribly creepy bug. Absolute bliss.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Outfit of the Day
Actually, this is about yesterday's outfit. Because I'm not dressed yet today. What!? It's almost NOON! Yes, embarrassing I know. But I'm too tired to work out before the kids get up, so we do it all together. And then I shower during nap time. So I won't be dressed for approximately one and a half hours. And by then I will be too busy to blog. So yesterday it is.
Oh, and I didn't take pictures. I think its better left to the imagination.
So on to what I wore yesterday:
I started out in mismatched workout clothes. Big baggy tee shirt, and Mike's old high school basketball shorts. You see, I had two goals. Day one of potty training, and squeeze in a workout. HAHA! Potty training two? At the same time? Wouldn't have been so bad if Emma wasn't also simultaneously throwing up, oh yeah, and she had the runs. By 9am, I am sweaty (though I still haven't worked out) and have drops of pee on my shorts from running the kids to the toilet whilst they leak onto the floor. Emma is back in her diaper by 11.
While kids napped, I worked out and showered, and assembled my second outfit of the day. On the bottom I have the dark wash skinny jeans my sister bought me for my birthday last year, that I have cut into shorts. I may regret that come winter, but one thing at a time. They are covered in flour, because I wore them on Saturday and made...I can't remember what I made. Something with flour in it, obviously. And on top I have a tee shirt that I bought at Old Navy recently. I actually really like it, and its clean. I didn't have time to do much with my hair because a sudden storm woke Beckett up early from his nap. I never bothered to put on any accessories either. Or shoes. But I do have light makeup on, and my toes are painted barbie pink (just like Emma's, it something we do every weekend together).
By the end of the day, I have smudges on my shoulders from where the kids have snuggled up and left the remains of snack time. We had peach yogurt, and chocolate graham crackers for snack. These colors are a lovely contrast to my white/green polka dot shirt. Oh, and I have more smudges on my pants now. Some are from cleaning out the vacuum (it was a mess), and some are from trying to take the kids out (after rain? what was I thinking!) and muddy feet brushing my shorts. But it kind of matches the smudges on my shirt, so its okay. Well, actually, they don't match at all. But its still okay.
Also, I had braided my bangs (which I am growing out for the one-millionth time because I keep forgetting that I have curls and cowlicks) but Beckett pulled a few strands loose. So now its kind of a giant bubble on the side of my head. With a few loose wisps. Kind of a wind blown, toddler style hair day.
This is how I look when Mike comes home after a very, very long day at work.
And do you know what he tells me?
"You are so beautiful, you look gorgeous. I really missed you today", and then he kisses me.
And that is when I knew, I must have worn exactly the right outfit. If I can get the hottest guy on earth to notice me after a day like yesterday....I must have done something right. After all, the point of dressing up (for me at least) is to feel good and attract attention. And the only guy whose opinion matters, was totally into me. Now THAT is a success! And THAT is why I decided to share my outfit of the day :)
One of my hero's is the late Majorie Pay Hinkley. She is just super inspirational, and I think she and her husband had the most awesome relationship. Anyway, one of my favorite quotes is by her, and it fits today perfectly:
In other news, potty training is on hold until there is a cessation of extra bodily fluids (B started in with the runs by the afternoon). Hopefully in a day or two. Or maybe in a few months. I have to think it through again. And I promise I am working on the Adoption Q&A. It takes a lot more mental/emotional energy and time than I normally devote to writing. But it is coming. Oh yes, and I just remembered, the thing I made on Saturday with flour was actually the pizza I made for dinner on Friday!
A Bientot!
Oh, and I didn't take pictures. I think its better left to the imagination.
So on to what I wore yesterday:
I started out in mismatched workout clothes. Big baggy tee shirt, and Mike's old high school basketball shorts. You see, I had two goals. Day one of potty training, and squeeze in a workout. HAHA! Potty training two? At the same time? Wouldn't have been so bad if Emma wasn't also simultaneously throwing up, oh yeah, and she had the runs. By 9am, I am sweaty (though I still haven't worked out) and have drops of pee on my shorts from running the kids to the toilet whilst they leak onto the floor. Emma is back in her diaper by 11.
While kids napped, I worked out and showered, and assembled my second outfit of the day. On the bottom I have the dark wash skinny jeans my sister bought me for my birthday last year, that I have cut into shorts. I may regret that come winter, but one thing at a time. They are covered in flour, because I wore them on Saturday and made...I can't remember what I made. Something with flour in it, obviously. And on top I have a tee shirt that I bought at Old Navy recently. I actually really like it, and its clean. I didn't have time to do much with my hair because a sudden storm woke Beckett up early from his nap. I never bothered to put on any accessories either. Or shoes. But I do have light makeup on, and my toes are painted barbie pink (just like Emma's, it something we do every weekend together).
By the end of the day, I have smudges on my shoulders from where the kids have snuggled up and left the remains of snack time. We had peach yogurt, and chocolate graham crackers for snack. These colors are a lovely contrast to my white/green polka dot shirt. Oh, and I have more smudges on my pants now. Some are from cleaning out the vacuum (it was a mess), and some are from trying to take the kids out (after rain? what was I thinking!) and muddy feet brushing my shorts. But it kind of matches the smudges on my shirt, so its okay. Well, actually, they don't match at all. But its still okay.
Also, I had braided my bangs (which I am growing out for the one-millionth time because I keep forgetting that I have curls and cowlicks) but Beckett pulled a few strands loose. So now its kind of a giant bubble on the side of my head. With a few loose wisps. Kind of a wind blown, toddler style hair day.
This is how I look when Mike comes home after a very, very long day at work.
And do you know what he tells me?
"You are so beautiful, you look gorgeous. I really missed you today", and then he kisses me.
And that is when I knew, I must have worn exactly the right outfit. If I can get the hottest guy on earth to notice me after a day like yesterday....I must have done something right. After all, the point of dressing up (for me at least) is to feel good and attract attention. And the only guy whose opinion matters, was totally into me. Now THAT is a success! And THAT is why I decided to share my outfit of the day :)
One of my hero's is the late Majorie Pay Hinkley. She is just super inspirational, and I think she and her husband had the most awesome relationship. Anyway, one of my favorite quotes is by her, and it fits today perfectly:
“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
Amen.
In other news, potty training is on hold until there is a cessation of extra bodily fluids (B started in with the runs by the afternoon). Hopefully in a day or two. Or maybe in a few months. I have to think it through again. And I promise I am working on the Adoption Q&A. It takes a lot more mental/emotional energy and time than I normally devote to writing. But it is coming. Oh yes, and I just remembered, the thing I made on Saturday with flour was actually the pizza I made for dinner on Friday!
A Bientot!
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Private Adoption 101
**Introduction**
The following is a post specifically for those looking into adoption, specifically a private/independent adoption.
No two adoptions are alike, which makes figuring out how to do an
adoption, especially a private adoption, really difficult. In addition, every state
will have different laws. The following is our experience with a private
adoption in the state of Utah.
By no means am I an expert in adoption. But I have benefited from the
knowledge passed on to me by other wonderful adoptive parents, as well as our
own experience, and it is just that I am happy to share with you today. Take it
for what it is worth, but make sure you do plenty of research yourself. As
always, please feel free to contact me or comment below if there is anything I
can to do help.
As you read this post:
“pre-placement” refers to anything that happens before a child is placed
for adoption-
“relinquishment” is the actual process of adoption-
“post-placement” is after adoption-six months-
Essential points in adoption will be outlined in detail according to
category, not chronological order.
A Q&A will follow soon, and hopefully that will answer any lingering
questions.
Private vs. Agency Adoption:
There are two basic types
of adoption, private or agency. As I said in our adoption story post, Mike and
I had always thought about adopting. But based on the superficial research we
had done we always assumed adoption would take years and more money than we had
available. When the time came for our son's adoption, we did it privately. At
that time I looked deeply into adoption, both private and agency, in order to
make sure we were going through the process in the best possible way. There are
pros and cons either way & I highly recommend looking at ALL of
your options when you are considering adoption.
As far as an agency we did look into adopting through LDS Family Services , so I'll share what we know about that. The costs range from $4000-$10,000 (based on a min of 4000, or 10% of your income up to 10,000), and the rest of the cost is subsidized by the Church. As with any agency, the child and placement are determined first by the birth-parent & agency team. Like other agencies, they screen all applicants. Once you are selected, they assign a social worker, arrange the pre-placement visits, adoption, and post-placement. They handle all the paperwork, communication, and coordinate everything. They have lots of meetings that are free to attend, and lots of information is available on their website here. The pros of an agency are that they handle the placement, paperwork, and are very structured.
Now onto the private adoption. Private adoption means you hire a social worker, attorney, and find a child. The cost has the potential to be both far less and far more, but you have some control over that (I'll explain that more later). Essentially you handle the legwork. I didn't mind this at all, as I was involved in every step of the process, and preferred it that way. It was a lot of work, but at no point did I feel overwhelmed, or like we were going to miss something critical. Our social workers did an excellent job of walking us through the process, as did our attorney and his assistant. If/when we adopt again, we would choose to have a private adoption. And here is the reason. As far as I am concerned, our birth-mother is and always will be part of our family. A small part, but a very important part. We felt part of the adoption process, like we both chose each other. For us, it was the best fit. The pros of a private adoption is that is is a more customized adoption, more personal, and can be less expensive.
First Things First: The Social Worker
The first step is
finding a social worker. Okay, that doesn't have to be the first step, if you
already have a baby, which was our case. But for the most part, this is the
first step.
Pre-Placement:
Before you can adopt,
you must undergo a pre-placement evaluation. Your social worker will meet with
you, explain the process, give you the necessary paperwork, & collect a
retainer fee. You will need to complete a medical examination, & background
check. There is a lot of paperwork. You and your spouse will
need to analyze your relationship, marriage, parenting style, family
backgrounds, potential risks, stress management.... basically an extensive
review of how you were raised, your existing relationship, and preparation/commitment.
You will need to provide a financial statement, verifying income, debts,
liability, employment, and insurance. You will also need to provide references.
They follow up on every detail. It is not gruesome, and it’s not as bad as
it sounds. But you do need to be thorough. It took a few weeks for us to get
everything ready and scheduled, but it can be expedited in case of
emergency.
Relinquishment:
In the state of Utah,
a baby must be at least 24 hours and one minute after birth
before a mother can relinquish her parental rights. I say "at
least" because there are a few other factors involved. Primarily, the
birth-mother cannot be on any narcotics or any medication that could alter her
decision making. That will all depend on how the birth goes. Obviously that is
for newborns.
The birth-mother will
have documents for her medical history, as well as what she knows of the
father's medical history.
Once the
relinquishment is signed, it is final. Until then, the birth-mother has all
rights and is under no pressure or obligation whatsoever. This is stressful.
But you can get through it.
Post-Placement:
The adoption is not
finalized for 6 months. Technically, once the birth-mother relinquishes her
rights, the adoptive parents are granted conditional rights. If the parents do
not pass the post-placement, the child does not go back to the birth-mother. The
child is in custody of the state.
During the
post-placement period, you will need to submit your child's medical forms to
the social worker. It’s no big deal, when you take your child in for check-ups
they usually give you the print out anyway (height, weight, etc), and they will
gladly give you anything you need. This is just to verify that you are taking
good care of the child.
Misc:
We had two
social workers on our case. The first was recommended to us, and we did all of
our pre-placement home-visits, evaluations, and paperwork with him. He was an
older gentleman, with lots and lots of experience. I really liked working with
him because he had done everything so many times, and was both real &
reassuring- which is exactly what we needed.
When the time came for Beckett's induction, our original social worker had a potential conflict of schedule so our attorney arranged for an alternate. This social worker was much younger, almost our age. But he handled the most critical part of the adoption exactly how we hoped. He was the one who took care of the relinquishment (as well as the post-placement visits). The relinquishment can be tricky, and he had to deal with all of the paperwork, the birthmother, birthmother's parents, us...during high stress times. Potentially, if an inexperienced social worker made the wrong comment/move at this point, the birth-mother could change her mind.
If you are in Utah, I would highly recommend either of the social workers we used. Tom Baxter (tombaxter@broadweave.net) and Josh Redfern (josh@therhouseadoptions.com).
Their fees were
slightly different, but not by much. All in all, the social work fees cost
$805 (exactly) at the
time of our adoption. That included the pre-placement, background checks,
relinquishment, and post-placement.
The Lawyer:
Again, we went off of
a recommendation when choosing our attorney. We called and started working
with them over the phone a few months before we actually met with them. When I
say “working with them”, I mean, I asked a million questions and worried about
everything and they patiently explained how things work. I worried too much. They
really have no role until right before the adoption.
Our first meeting was
about a month before the induction. We brought the birth-mother, and invited her
to bring a support person (she brought her cousin).
Initially we met with
the legal assistant, signed some papers, and paid our retainer fee. This was
done just between the legal assistant, Mike, and I.
Then we all met with
the attorney. Your lawyer works for you. He/she will explain this to the
birth-mother. It is important for her to understand that she has all parental rights,
and is under no obligation to give the child up for adoption. This is a pretty
simple meeting, which is just fine since your attorney will have a lovely
hourly fee. He answered her questions, and walked us though the process. Short
& sweet.
Finalization:
After you have completed the post-placement evaluation your
social worker will submit all the paperwork to your attorney. At this point you
can schedule a court date. I was really intimidated by this (thanks to too much
Law & Order), but it wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought.
We met with the Judge, our attorney by our side. He
submitted and reviewed all of the adoption documents. The judge asked us an
occasional question. Beckett sat happily on our laps throughout the whole
thing, and of course she commented on what a handsome boy he was. It was
formal, but not stressful. At the end she gave us a certificate (it was
personal, not all judges will do this) with her thoughts on adoption, and
congratulating us. She asked us if we wanted to take a picture together. This
was the moment he legally became our son. It was a touch anti-climatic, but the
relief was instant. We finalized our adoption right before Christmas that year. It was the most memorable Christmas of my entire life.
Our total in legal fees was $1871. That included the
retainer, filing fee, and birth certificate fees. The legal fees can vary greatly
depending on who you work with. I’d ask about them in advance. Our legal
assistant was great, and she took care of all the little stuff (the legal
assistant’s hourly fees are considerably less than your attorney’s, so this is
a good thing). Again, I loved our attorney K. Paul MacArthur & his
assistant Angie Winch (angie@mhmlawoffices.com)
and would work with them again in a heartbeat. Paul and his wife have adopted
several children, so he has been through the process which makes him extra
supportive to work with.
The Finances:
With a private
adoption, how you handle the finances is up to you. Birth-mother’s are able to
ask for any reasonable expense including rent, food, clothing, and medical
expenses. You are under no obligation to pay for anything, just as she is under
no obligation to place the child. It’s something you have to work out together.
Most adoptive parents are willing to bend over backwards to build the
relationship, we certainly were. We paid several months of her rent, and assisted
her with food/clothing. Fortunately for us, our birth-mother was on Medicaid,
so all of her medical expenses were covered.
Each state has
different laws on what the adoptive parents are required/allowed to pay (in a
private or agency adoption). In any case, anything
you pay to the birth-mother is considered an act of charity and in no way
obligates her to place her child with you. This is just the tough fact. This is
where an agency adoption may be easier (they handle all of that, and the rules
will be a bit more cut/dry for you).
Tax
Credits:
Basically, until
the adoption is final, all of the benefits/rights are in favor of the
birth-mother. Once the parental rights shift, so do the benefits. It may seem
unfair to pay for an adoption, and risk the birth-mother changing her mind. However,
and this is important, a successful adoption is eligible for a federal tax
credit up to $12,000 (give or take a few hundred depending on the year).
Meaning, our total cost for the adoption was reimbursed entirely. Every penny. As
I understand it, expenses paid for an adoption that was not completed can also
be applied towards a successful adoption.
Keep accurate
records, and save your receipts. You may be audited, we were, and it will be no
problem at all if you have kept everything. It is worth the money to pay for a
good accountant, as there are several adoption credits available. Again, if you
are in Utah County, our accountant was fantastic and made it his personal goal
to get us every possible credit. We went with Jason McMullin, jmcmullin@ljcooper.com, if you need a great accountant.
Last, But Certainly Not Least:
In my opinion,
the most difficult part of an adoption is finding your child. Whether you are
waiting for an agency placement, or looking yourself, it usually takes a while.
I’m the first to recognize that our adoption experience was exceptional, and I
do not anticipate that it will be that easy next time.
If you are doing
a private adoption, get the word out. Tell EVERYONE you know, and ask them to
tell EVERYONE they know. Have something ready to show potential birth-parents.
Traditionally, adoptive parents have had portfolios, and that may be helpful.
However, most birth-mothers have access to the internet, and a blog or website
is just as accessible for them. Again, just my opinion.
This is the most
important part of an adoption. I wish I could say more on it. It probably feels
overwhelming, and you may think you don’t know anyone who is looking for an
adoptive family. But don’t give up. I have been surprised over the years how
often people know people who are looking. Don’t give up. It may be one of the
hardest things you do. And if you have been struggling with infertility, it
certainly doesn’t seem fair. It isn’t fair. But it will be worth it. The moment
that baby/child is in your arms, I promise it will be worth it.
In some ways I
wish every parent could go through the process of adoption. It requires you to
get ready, and prove it. To think, plan, and prepare. It requires so much
effort. But I think that is part of what makes it so sweet. Your role as mother
will not be one you take for granted. If there was anything I could say to make
it easier, I promise I would. Just know, in the end the difficulties will fade.
The lifetime you have to look forward to, the precious child that will be your
own, will be worth it.
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