As my nearly-two year old approaches his dad who is at the laptop…”Wassup, man.”
As my nearly-two year old demands that I “run circles” with him in the living room. I tell him, Mommy needs to rest, she’s getting dizzy.” He replies (much like a really, really mean and loud drill sargeant), “NO REST!! NO DIZZY!! RUN CIRCLES!!”
- Plodding through with our first (and it looks like only) round of IVF. See www.schmertile.wordpress.com for more detials if interested. Stress abounds.
- Planning Woob’s Second Birthday Extravaganza! Yes, you heard that right, two years old! I love him so much! Still haven’t purchased the birthday gift yet, but have the place reserved.
- Planning a visit to see N. probably the weekend of Woob’s birthday (yay!). She emailed news that she got an apartment that she and C. and Baby J. will be moving into soon. Thank Goodness, Thank Goodness. That’s all I can say about that. I can’t wait to see her and meet J.!! It will be interesting to see the similarities between Woob and J. (And Gretchen, I did buy a W*l M*art card to send in the mail this week. Thanks for the suggestion!)
- It has been almost exactly a year since I started this blog, and if you’ll remember, at that time, Woob was getting ready for the first birthday and we hadn’t heard even once from N. in that whole year. She called on his birthday, then soon after, invited us to her graduation party where we had a great visit! Then she and C. came to see us this fall. We have occasional email, mail and phone contact in the meantime. Wow have things changed!
- I’m missing some of my adoption bloggy friends…drop me line if I haven’t seen you in awhile!
I wish I could get paid for all the worrying I do, honestly. I worry so much about N. sometimes. I worry when I don’t hear from her for long stretches and I worry about what I hear when I do have contact with her. I called her last week on her birthday and left her a message on her voicemail…and never heard anything back. She’s a month into mommying her new baby girl, so I know she’s exhausted and busy and learning, and probably stressed beyond anything. So I’m worrying about that. But I don’t call again, because I don’t want to hover and be a mother hen. So now, a week later, I hear from her and am so overjoyed to see her email in my box, but nearly stop breathing to read what she has to say about moving again, family violence, car troubles, new jobs and on and on. I wonder how a person gets through all those things all at once when they are trying to heal from birth, keep working towards a degree, and take care of a newborn. She comes off sounding so matter of fact about it all, like its-no-big-deal-keep-on-going-this-is-the-way-things-roll-around-here. I’m worried about her, her boyfriend, and the baby. She’s not asking for help. I’m not quite sure how to approach to ask to help, or how much help I can honestly provide. And honestly I worry that any financial help will go somewhere not intended, not through her fault, but perhaps someones else’s. I am usually a believer that a gift is a gift and people can use it as they see fit…but I’m usually not worried about the giftee.
Honestly, I’m really at a loss here. I don’t know what my role is or even if I have one rightfully. I want so much for things to be well for her.
(Edited to add: regarding the family violence, its not against her, but in the home where they were living before this most recent move.)