Tag: attachment and bonding

a filling worth fighting for

I’m sitting on my closet floor typing this. Because sometimes a mama just needs to do that, you know? The door needs to shut.  The voices need to fade so that all I can hear is myself think for a moment.  And when the silence continues to press down on my eardrums, the voice of …

don’t forget where we have come from

Our summer is moving along, lickety-split, and if I’m being honest, it’s actually been pretty good. This time last year, I could have not anticipated how much better this year would be. Last summer we were living in the the freshly-home-cocoon.  This summer?  We have broken out of the cocoon, and it is just plain …

Rupture and Repair

Rupture and repair is how, in the adoption world, we describe relationships when they experience a breaking and need to be mended. In some cases, it’s the child who is trying to understand the boundaries that are set, and whether or not we as the parents will still use the words, “I love you” if those boundaries are …

growing and *cough cough* stretching

I’m a bit of a loner when it comes to feeling poorly.  I’ve never been one of those people who liked having someone holding my hair back when I puked, you know?  Just let me get over this.  On my own. Julianne is sick for the first time since we got her.  She has this …

Can I?

I hear this question more times per day than I care to count. Me to the four kids: “It’s time for lunch… let’s sit down at the table.” Julianne: “Can I?” Me to the four kids: “We’re going to go to the pool…let’s get our bathing suits on.” Julianne: “Can I?” Me to the four …

from the top of the hill

Wednesday.  Middle of the week.  Feels like I’ve trudged up the hill to this point, and now I can look down toward Friday and breathe a sigh of relief. Not every day is good. Not every day is hard. But every day is definitely good-and-hard. Today has been a roller coaster of behavior.  Some heartwarming …

meet me here

We moved next into the living room.  This was a quiet, comfortable room with a warm atmosphere.  I liked it.  It had a fireplace, sofa, overstuffed chairs, a bookcase and an intimate atmosphere. He also seemed pleased by it.  He said, “Indeed, this is a delightful room.  Let’s come here often.  It’s secluded and quiet, …