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my big man

My man.  I love him.  No one makes me laugh harder or roll my eyes more. Especially giggle/eye-roll worthy is his tendency to break into song.  We might be having a serious conversation about gun control (about which we very seriously disagree) and then it’s over because he’s singing, “Everybody run! The homecoming queen’s got … Continue reading →

my little man

I’m wondering if someone could tell me exactly when we lose our innocence and start to care more about what others think of us than about what makes us happy?  Because I’m hoping it never, ever happens to this guy. In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s broad daylight and he’s rollerblading in his mario pajamas. … Continue reading →

standing in the circle

All better today from the angsty, angry post of two days past. These people are the reason why. They are teenagers in foster care at reality town with me.  I am the city manager, the military recruiter, the car dealer, the banker, and the home improver – depending on when you drop in.  They are … Continue reading →

raging

I got it yesterday.  The big “I HATE YOU!” with a nice addition of “You’re and IDIOT! and The. Worst. Mom. Ever.” No.  Not for the first time. It came because I suggested my son go to his karate class.  I thought I almost had the fury under control when I surprised him by agreeing … Continue reading →

happy on mother’s day

My journey to motherhood was not a sprint.  If it was a race, it was one I entered thinking it would be a sprint only to learn it would be a triathlon instead and, oh yeah, I wouldn’t have a bike or the ability to swim.  And, if it was a race, it’s one where … Continue reading →

birth moms

It’s birth mother’s day today.  It’s a day in adoption-land where everyone talks about and honors the birth parents who placed their children for adoption.  Allow me a moment for that. Joey’s birth mom is pure awesomeness.  She is quirky, fun, and loving.  We have a great relationship with her and her family.  She did … Continue reading →