Saturday, December 3, 2011

Goodbye, Sweet Home

Goodbye, Sweet Home.



We had a lot of good times together didn't we?




Thank you for providing the stage for our daily production.  Seven years running. 



You will always be our first :)




 We made some sweet, sweet music within your walls.




Speaking of which, remember that terrible old wallpaper left from the previous owner?




And the hideous pink carpet? 




That's cool.  We all wore things in the 90's we would come to regret.








You looked so much better in bold tones like purple and red.




River was the first baby raised within your walls.














We did a pretty good job didn't we?
























We were a great team together while it was meant to be.  I hope you continue to provide a foundation and shelter for many more happy families to come.

Love,                                                 
Cory, Jill, River, Nico and Lukin


Last month we lost the battle with the mortgage company for our home.  I would say unfortunately, because we sure did love our home, but this move has been a much needed change.  A great adventure for which we are entirely greatful.  We will look fondly back on our time at our first home.  And we will anticipate with excitement the memories to be made in our homes to come.

"Some of God's greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers." ~ Garth Brooks, Unanswered Prayers*


*Once upon a time I loved country music, though these days I don't like to admit it too often :)


Monday, November 28, 2011

Blue Christmas


Christmas always manages to sneak up on me even though Walmart starts dropping hints even before Halloween. It is the celebration of our Savior, Lord and King's birth. And it is the KING of all holidays. It requires at least a month of preparation both physically, emotionally and fiscally. I've never felt up to the task to fully take on the holiday myself. I don't like to half mule things. I like to either get it right or go home. But sham if I'm not the worst crafter, baker, and decorator there ever was. Also, I suck at planning ahead. So yeah - I'm destined to fail at things like making Christmas right.

I know what you are all asking yourselves now. What kind of Mormon woman am I if I'm not worth my weight in candies and baked goods made from scratch, and crocheted Nativity scenes? Not a 10 cow one, that's for certain.




Until River was born I still relied heavily on my parents (who live 90 miles away) to bring the Christmas cheer to me. I would simply endure the stressful season until Christmas Eve when I would go to my parent's house; enjoy their decorations and tree, and their Christmas traditions.

I know that as a parent I can no longer pass the buck to my own. However, I'm up against 28 years of habit that won't go down lightly. I really want to be good this year. I want to spend more time crafting and baking with my family. But tonight when I turned Pandora to my Christmas tunes I was shocked at how wrong it felt listening to them. It can't be the Christmas season yet. That means time has moved too quickly to fully enjoy this year. That means it is time to set myself up to fail again.

Does any0ne else feel the same about the Christmas Season? Anyone have any suggestions on how to pull myself out of my Christmas rut? I'm desperate! Years of fond memories for my son are at stake.


 
I wonder if my parents ever felt this way about the Christmas Season?


"And when those blue snowflakes start falling
That's when those blue memories start calling."
Blue Christmas, Elvis Prestley

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Open Adoption Interview

It is time for the second annual Adoption Interview Project put on by Heather at Production, Not Reproduction! I love this Project and participated in March 2010 as well. For a complete list of participants and links to their respective interviews click here. I can't wait to dig in to all of the interviews! I learned so much and found so many great blogs last time.

I'd like to introduce my interview partner, Josh, who blogs at Regular Midwesterners. Josh is a gay, stay-at-home papa to Miles, his son that he and his partner adopted through infant, domestic, transracial adoption. You will find as you read this interview and also hop on over to his blog to learn more about him that he is an amazing writer, and a very purposeful parent. I am so grateful for Heather's random generator that paired participants. We are quite the odd couple… a Mormon and a gay man. But we thoroughly enjoyed our opportunity to get to know each other and share our respective journeys as adoptive parents.

ME: I greatly admire the parenting techniques you use with your son Miles. Particularly in regards to how you help encourage him to develop different talents/interests and also how you teach him to be aware of his connectedness with the rest of the world. What resources and/or mentors have helped you develop your parenting style?

JOSH: Those are kind and probably undeserved words. I feel like every week is a new game, and I'm always muddling my way through.

Whenever I reach a point in my son's development that confuses or frustrates me, I tend to make a new trip to the library to research child development books. There hasn't been any one in particular that's been my parenting bible, although one early influence was Diary of a Baby. I also share my frustrations with my mom who is really excellent with young kids.

The particular advice I get has been less important than the opportunity reading or talking about it provides to reground myself in what my kid is experiencing, what the world is looking like from his perspective. Getting back to that kind of thinking always helps me hit the restart button with patience and with trying new activities to channel his energy and curiosity.

I'm gradually learning more about Montessori education, through Miles' teacher and school, and much of what I learn makes intuitive sense and gives me valuable conceptual tools. For example, at my first-ever parent-teacher conference last month, his teacher told me she can tell he's in what they call his "sensitive period" for fine-motor learning. I might get this wrong, but I think the basic idea is it's the time when he's developmentally curious and beginning to develop more capacity to explore a particular area of learning and behavior. It's a time to foster that curiosity with activities suited to that particular area of learning. She was totally right. He'd always shown little interest in fine motor activities but had suddenly started insisted on spreading his own butter or trying to unbutton his shirts. At first I was seeing these moments as battles—I just wanted to plow through the morning routine—but when I understood that something bigger was going on, I slowed down and started giving him more outlets to explore his new interest in these sorts of activities.

 
ME: Many couples that adopt transracially find that when they are out in public they get a lot of attention as if they are a billboard for adoption. Have you experienced this as well in particular because you are a gay couple that has adopted transracially? Would you mind sharing any particular comments that you have received and how you have responded to them?

 
JOSH: Yes, we're definitely conspicuous. There are no other gay dads and not many transracial, adoptive families where we live—certainly not many white men out and about during the day with a child of color. It's much more common here to see Amish, conservative Pentecostal, and conservative Mennonite women with lots of kids.

 
The nature of the reactions seems to depend on local culture. The community where I live now is very reserved and stereotypically Midwestern. People are not expressive in public, especially with strangers, and sometimes even kind of cold. It's difficult not to read this as hostility towards us. Rarely does someone at the grocery store or the library ever engage me in any kind of exchange beyond the transaction at hand. There have been only a few exceptions to that, and I've blogged about them here and here. In one case, a woman asked if Miles was ours and then told me about how she was trying to be a surrogate for a gay couple. In another case, a white woman who had recently adopted an African-American infant asked me lots of questions. So here the questions tend to come from other people forming families in unconventional ways. Elsewhere, when we lived in Madison or have traveled even to nearby cities, I find people smiling at us in recognition and much more likely to ask questions about how we adopted, what kind of relationship we have with his birth family, etc. I've observed that younger African-American women in particular are warmer, smiling and commenting that our son is very cute, which of course is great.

 
We're misread more than I would have expected. This seems to happen in more diverse, cosmopolitan settings and seems to be determined by the particular culture or ethnicity of the people we interact with. So for example, when we traveled to Toronto two years ago for a short vacation, the three of us went out to eat at an Indian restaurant on the outskirts of the city, in an Indian neighborhood. The woman running the restaurant was very friendly to us. Each time she came to the table, she'd say something sweet to our son. Then finally, she looked at me and said, "Your wife must be Indian. He's very beautiful, you know." I was blown away. I mean, Travis was sitting right there. But maybe not that many openly gay couples hung out in that part of town. Sometimes people ask if we're brother, even though we don't look that much alike.

 
ME: How did you initiate the conversation with Miles about his adoption? At almost 4 years old, how interested does he seem to be in his story? How much of it does he seem able to grasp?

 
JOSH: He started asking, "Where's my mom?" when he was 22 months old. I guess he had noticed that everyone else around him—real people, plus characters in almost every book we read—refer often to this thing called, "mom." So that's when we started talking about his mom and explaining that we adopted him from her, she loves him very much, we're his parents forever, and he has two dads. We created a life book to walk him through his story, and we get that out every few weeks. He always reacts positively and loves to pour over the pictures of the big, extended family of people who love him.

 
Your question reminds me of a time when Miles' grandma was visiting from Oregon and took us all to baseball game in a nearby city. We sat behind a man, woman, and boy who appeared to be about six years old. At one point, they turned around, and Miles played peekabo with the young kid. The mom smiled at us and asked if we had adopted Miles. She then turned to her son and said, "Say hello. He was adopted, just like you." It was such a sweet moment and really modeled a certain openness and matter of factness that I try to emulate, even when it sometimes feels hard.

 
Miles' mom, sister, aunt, and cousin came to visit us this summer. We had last visited them the year before. Now that Miles was three, I think he could understand better—although not quite all the way—that this was him mom, the woman who carried and gave birth to him. He was especially interested in his (full biological) sister. She's seven and loved being near her little brother. He, in turn, was very interested in the idea of having a sister, since so many of his friends have siblings. After the visit, he started asking lots of questions about his skin color and other people's skin color, so I think the visit stirred things up for him—like really noticing for the first time, even though we've talked about it before, that his skin color is different from ours.
So we've increasingly worked to address not just adoption but transracial adoption issues. We're loving Karen Katz's book, The Colors of Us. It focuses on the different shades of brown a little girl sees in the people in her community—with vibrant, beautiful drawings—and associates those shades with different kinds of food, which seems to attract Miles' attention and foster positive connotations with those darker shades of skin. Travis and I both follow Mama C., your interview partner from last year (!), who offers lots of inspiration, ideas, and food for thought about transracial adoption.

 
ME: Did you seek openness when you began the adoption process? How has your experience been with open adoption? What is one benefit and one challenge you have found in open adoption?

 
JOSH: Yes, we wanted openness but didn't make it a prerequisite for a match. I didn't like the idea that we wouldn't know the mother of our child and somehow be spared from at least some of what she went through. I had no idea just how emotionally complicated adoption can be and the level of openness we have has helped me understand that—the impact of this adoption on everyone involved. Some days it's really hard and I wake up in the middle of the night fretting about some aspect of it, but I can't imagine having it any other way.

 
One benefit of open adoption is that, despite some fears about how things would turn out, our relationship with Miles' mom has gone really well. She is a very strong woman, and after placing, she went on to achieve the goals she had told us were important to her. We respect her tremendously. It seems like all of us seem to focus on doing what we think is best for Miles, and I think that will continue.

 
One challenge is that things can feel unchartered and unknown. I sometimes wish the adoption had taken place in a state with enforced open adoption contract law so that we could have had a more formal process early on to lay out what each of us wanted, along with occasional, more formal conversations to revisit how things are going. As it is, we never know for sure what's coming next. Sometimes I worry, for example, that maybe his mom wants more contact or more emails, or on the other hand, there have been a few times I wondered if we'd hear from her again. At those times, I just try to use the occasion of thinking about her to send an email with a quick update about what's new with Miles, along with our latest pictures.

 
ME: Previously as prospective adoptive parents, and now as adoptive parents what stereotypes and challenges did you and Travis have to overcome along the adoption process as a gay couple? Did you encounter any resistance from agencies, local government or even from family and friends?

 
JOSH: Plenty of change still needs to happen, but I try to remind myself how much the world has changed and so very quickly. When you think about what was possible for gay men even one or two generations ago compared to what I've been able to do, it's incredible. So I feel lucky. But I'm also not one to accept the status quo. Entering the world of adoption, as a gay couple, can really get you down. Immediately, you run smack up against the reality of discrimination and prejudice. The biggest obstacle, for private adoption anyway, is what I think of as the three-tiered system of agencies. First, the (mostly) Christian agencies with stated prohibitions on working with gay couples (or any prospective parents who aren't straight, married and Christian). Second, the agencies that don't have explicit policies yet have no or very little evidence that they are gay friendly. So you have to decide if you're going to spend time figuring out whether they're quietly anti-gay or whether they just haven't had the occasion to work with a gay couple. Third, the smaller but growing number of agencies that are open to working with gay couples and have a clear track record of placing with gay couples. Then even when you find a gay-friendly agency, it's still no guarantee that expectant mothers coming forward will want to select a gay couple.

 
The other major obstacle is the retrograde nature of family law in most states. In Ohio, gay couples cannot jointly adopt. Unmarried couples cannot adopt, and of course, gay couples can't marry here. And there is no option, like second-parent adoption, available here to ensure both parents can have secure, fully recognized relationships as the parents of their child. It burns me to think I can give up working outside of our home to spend my days caring for my kid, but the state would still treat me as a legal stranger to my child. Fortunately, we were able to do a second-parent adoption with Miles before we moved here so we both have adoption orders and our names on his birth certificate.

 
Fortunately, a number of states will allow gay couples to jointly adopt. We're working with out-of-state agencies for our second adoption in the hopes that we can jointly adopt by finalizing in another state, but there is no guarantee that Ohio will recognize that adoption when we try to come back home after placement.

 
When it comes to family and friends, we have no problems. Travis and I both came out when we were teenagers, so our families have had a long time to get more accustomed to what it means to have gay kids. I also have a younger gay brother, so there's a lot of gay up in my family. Our families are very supportive and very much involved as grandparents. When I was younger and first coming out, I had a few friends tell me I was a sinner or going to hell. They're not my friends anymore; I can't see being close with people now who think like that.

 
ME: For same sex prospective adoptive parents and adoptive parents what advice would you give to help them navigate those challenges? What resources did you find to be the most helpful?

 
JOSH: I think you have to have a thick skin and you have to really know you want to become a parent. The bar is higher for gay couples, on average, than it is for non-gay couples, in terms of what you have to go through and how you have to persevere, even after you have a kid. At least out here in the Midwest, it can feel like you never quite stop feeling like it's a fight to be recognized as a legitimate family. There is one new resource that's very helpful. It's Conceivable Now is an online hub for all the ins and outs of LGBT parenting—legal issues, practical know-how, and personal stories. We've also found it to be really valuable to connect with other LGBT families, like Rainbow Families Great Lakes.

 
Having a solid relationship and the support of family and friends goes a long way, I would imagine, for anyone pursuing adoption. We were lucky to have close friends like Gretchen (my Regular Midwesterners co-blogger) and her partner Jill, who were also trying to have kids. It helped a lot to be able to commiserate and share the hard parts.

 
I wish I had talked with more adoptive parents in general, specifically transracial families and families with open adoptions. It seems really important to understand up front that adoption isn't a glowing, beautiful ending to the story of your quest to become parents. It is beautiful in many ways, but it's not only beautiful. I would have liked more information about the hard parts—the loss, the potential life-long impact on everyone involved. At the same time, I think it's important not to assume everything you hear about other people's adoption experiences will necessarily be true for you and your situation. There seems to be such a huge diversity in how people—adoptees, birth parents, and adoptive families—experience adoption.

 
ME: Many people have certain perceptions of gay and lesbian individuals and couples. What would you want them to know to help them better understand your perspective as an individual, partner and parent?

 
JOSH: I might be naïve, but unless someone is adamantly, hard-core opposed to openly gay people and families, spending time getting to know gay people and their families goes a long way toward promoting understanding and finding commonalities. I don't know for sure, but I get the feeling we make a difference where we live simply by being out and about as a gay family.

 
I also wish more non-gay people took the time to educate themselves about the discriminatory state of the law. I've been surprised many times when non-gay, educated, progressive friends tell me they had no idea that, for example, gay couples can't jointly adopt in our state. Or that 29 states have passed horrible anti-gay constitutional amendments and more will vote on similar amendments soon. Or that gays can only marry in six states. I mean I know it's not exactly a topic—the legal issues—that's featured in the media every day. And there are certainly other important issues clamoring for attention, but I always feel a little like, "Really? What in the world made you think all of this had been sorted out already? Where have you been?"

 
ME: How has your journey to adopt again differed from your initial experience adopting Miles? You mention in your writing that over the course of the process you and Travis have questioned whether or not to continue. What has caused you to reconsider?

JOSH: We have been trying to adopt a second child for about a year and a half now. Especially after a match fell through, we questioned to keep trying. Ultimately, we decided to stick with it and recently signed up with a second agency to increase our chances of a match. Once we got farther away from the sadness of the unsuccessful match (our second since before we had Miles), we grew more excited again about having a second kid. We really, really want Miles to have a younger sibling, another child of color in our family, especially if we end up living here in this not-so-diverse community. Now that Miles is almost four and more independent, it's also easier to imagine taking care of him and a little baby at the same time. Finally, Travis and I both love babies and really want that experience again, even if I occasionally bawl into my pillow at night because I'm a complete mess with sleep deprivation.

I want to thank Josh for a great interview exchange and Heather for all of the time and effort she puts into this project allowing us to come together as a community to learn more about each other! You can read my responses to Josh's questions here.


I'm off to start reading interviews. Hmmm… I wonder what tea would go best… Chamomile or Dandelion Root J

Monday, November 7, 2011

Snow is coming!

And how!  We had two 3-6” snow events over the course of one week.  River needs to write a Farmer’s Almanac or become a weather psychic when he grows up. 
Yes, I know we live in Colorado, and yes I know it snows here but this time last year I ran a half marathon in 70 degree weather and I’d prefer an encore of that kind of Vitamin D.  However, the snow does come with a few perks…. River is in his element in the snow and he wears it well.




And I must admit it adds a whole new dimension of lovely to our new backyard.


Yes, that is correct.  We have an effing lake in our new back yard.  And it is spectacular!  The dock with the light and the chairs is ours.  Put that in your pipe and smoke it mortgage company :)

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Thank you. I can't say that enough.

I wanted to give thanks to everyone who responded to my post on Hope.  I honestly could not have asked for better comments of love and support during a very trying week.  I also want to give thanks to everyone who has kept us in their thoughts and prayers and has checked up on me regularly.  This week has been one of loss and new adventure.  As both progress I will keep everyone up to date.


Monday, September 26, 2011

Hope is a Four Letter Word

I once read a Chinese Proverb that likened hope to fear and insinuated both were for fools. What does hope do but lift us up to higher heights from which to fall? I know many times I have cursed myself for being hopeful and blamed that hope for the pain of the subsequent fall. So this Chinese Proverb made me feel so much better. Hope is for fools! I can tell my hope to get bent without a guilty conscience. Yea! Confucius say, it is good!

In addition, Noah and the Whale (one of my favorite bands) agreed when they penned the lyric,

"If you gotta run, run from hope." ~ Love of an Orchestra

First Confucius, now Noah and the Whale?! It has got to be true! And, so it was my firm belief until I read 1 Corinthians 13:13. I was shocked to see that God put hope in that holy trinity.

"And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; …" ~ 1 Corinthians 13:13*

I thought maybe Paul (the prophet speaking in this Chapter) took one too many beatings to the head in all his persecution and misunderstood the message he was supposed to be delivering to the Corinthians. But this is THE.BOOK. Perhaps it was my head that needed some straightening out. So I began to really research the meaning of hope and in doing so I have come to wonder if I have ever experienced true hope. True hope needs companions like faith and charity, not bitterness and jealousy. Oh boy am I familiar with the latter two! The first two, I feel I barely know.

So how about you, dear readers? What are your thoughts and experiences with hope? I would love to hear everyone's thoughts whether religious or secular in nature. THE.BOOK. is good and all but it is certainly not the only source of wisdom! 

"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick:
but when desire cometh, it is a tree of life."
Proverbs 10:28*

*I roll with the KJV of the Bible.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Gender Bending

Hello, my name is Jill and I'm a feminist.  Not because I believe that men and women are exactly the same but because I believe each gender has great strengths that should be celebrated instead of pigeon-holed.  So to those who believe that we should stick to the acceptable activities and life pursuits that our gender has been "assigned" I say...

Girls can play football!


Boys can paint their toe nails! (Even pink if they like)

And DAMMIT girls can do math!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Three… is a magic number

River turned 3 today and as a result I'm considering changing my blog topic from adoption to government conspiracy because I can think of no other way that time could have moved so quickly without my knowledge. I believe it was either the government or aliens but if I've learned anything from watching the X-Files there might not be much of a difference between the two J
This day seems so much more fresh than 3 years old to me:




I hope this day, and each day of my life with this precious little boy remains just as fresh:






Here we go, feet first into our fourth year with three in the family.  With Blind Melon covering the famous song about the magic number as our soundtrack: (note, the sound takes about 7 seconds to pick up.  No need to adjust anything.  Just enjoy the awesomness)




Three is a magic number,
Yes it is, it's a magic number.
Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity
You get three as a magic number.
 
The past and the present and the future.
Faith and Hope and Charity,
The heart and the brain and the body
Give you three as a magic number.




Friday, September 2, 2011

Turn a Phrase

Before you read this post you may want to get yourself a bowl of tortilla chips because I am about to get all cheesy proud momma and it may just be the only way you can make it through… Dip away! River's vocabulary and sentence structure have literally EXPLODED over the past few months. Just this spring if you wanted River to say any sentence larger than 2-3 words you would have to feed it to him one word at a time. Now he is throwing all sorts of words together and the results are both hilarious and thought provoking.

Snow is coming. He has been saying this since the beginning of August. Every time he sees storm clouds he points to them and says, "Snow is coming." What the math? It is still summer! This observation is generally followed by "Hard to drive (or walk) in snow." How does he know that? Does he really remember? We certainly don't talk about it. To me the word fall is another "f-bomb" right now and yet River has already made his way to winter. Where on earth did he get this from? I blame Calliou and that rogue Christmas episode on-demand...




Hard to reach. Anything that isn't within his immediate grasp is "hard to reach." That includes everything from the spoon he threw on the floor, to the moon (which he loves to point out whenever he sees it and kid has a spankin' eye for that fickle moon).

Heard a noise in there. This one he started to say while we were in MT visiting Angie. And when he said it, it scared me real good! While visiting we stayed in the guest bedroom in Angie's basement. Right next door to the guest bedroom is the downstairs family room/man cave of Angie's husband. It went unused while we were there and the light remained off until one night when we were getting ready for bed and River said, "That room, scary." I didn't think much of this comment because the room was dark and children all have a healthy fear of the dark. He followed that up, though, with, "Heard a noise in there." Thanks, Bug. We still have to sleep down here tonight. Thus the light was turned on and stayed that way for the rest of our visit. Since that night he has said it several times thankfully not scaring me as badly.

Look Mommy, River is strong! This is generally followed by a silly walk that looks like he just got off of a horse all bow-legged and decided to start flexing his muscles.



Not all of his favorite phrases are easy to hear, though. One of the more recent phrases he has begun to use cuts me to the core and makes me question the decisions I have made as an adoptive and working mom.

River miss Mommy. It isn't always "miss Mommy." Sometimes it is "River miss Daddy (or Mimi, Papa, Abby, Grandma, Angie, etc.)" Sometimes it is even cute when he randomly says, "River miss Toby." You may not consider this a big deal. I got into an argument with one of my business partners (who is also a good friend) over whether this is just a standard child thing. My concern, though, is that he uses this phrase more than any other. He uses it when he is playing with his toys or reading books. The other night we read a book about Noah's Ark which had an animal matching game. Because the matching animals were not together he said repeatedly, "Animals miss their mommies." Recently I was watching him starry-eyed, proud mommy-style during his individual play time. As part of the conversation he was having with his vehicles he said, "Tractor miss his mommy." When I hear this phrase or any variation thereof I question myself and despair over the impact that the decisions we as adults have made about the course of River's life and how they are now and will continue to affect him.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

That's Rad.

Angie is a hairstylist and girl is so good I need show off the new do's she hooked us up with during our visit:
I'm back to bangin' it with bangs and a super hot new color. But River's do is my personal fav...
Yes those are stair steps on the side of his head. And it is cuter than a Robert Van Winkle.
"Ice, Ice Baby, Too Cold, Too Cold."

Friday, July 29, 2011

Ethical Family History in Adoption

As I've mentioned before I am LDS and we Mo-Mo's love ourselves some genealogy. This year I've really committed myself to doing family history. However, it gets complicated in adoption and many of the tools out there are not set up handle it. My personal plan for River is to do family history for both his biological and adoptive lines. Adoptive lines are easy peasy livin' greasy. Unfortunately, in the biological lines I've found myself getting stuck when family members are unwilling to provide the information. Because I am not related to them I feel the need to respect their desire for a certain amount of privacy. However, their lineage is my son's lineage and I want to be able to provide him with as much information on his biological family history as possible.

So my question is this…. Is it ethical for me to go around them to get information on their ancestors? Should I wait until River is old enough that he can do the research himself? I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on this subject so I know how to proceed in a respectful manner to all involved while still focusing on the most important reason for the work… River.


 

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Infertiles Anonymous

Next week I have the privilege to spend time with Angie* as she prepares for and gives birth to her baby boy who seems bound and determined to make his appearance any day now. Though it may seem odd to the majority of the population that Angie would want me to be anywhere near her when she gives birth to her son (because of the emotions it may stir up) she and I wouldn't have it any other way. We are thick as thieves. Bonded for life. We have shared many good laughs about how weird our relationship must seem to those outside of it. From the inside, though, it feels like it was meant to be. Like that comfortable pair of shoes you've had since High School with your exact footprints molded in. But that is a subject for an entirely different post. This post is about my thoughts as I prepare to drive 10 hours into the land of fertility.

The land of fertility is the mid-sized town in Montana, where Angie lives. Much of my husband's large family lives in the same town. I am ecstatic to see my in-laws as I was extremely blessed with the family I married into. They are hilarious, lots of fun, and health nuts just like me. I wouldn't be raw if it weren't for my mother and father-in-law! However, visiting Montana brings with it quite a bit of anxiety because I will be spending the majority of my time with new and expecting mothers (hence "the land of fertility" title I've given the town). To be completely honest, I usually avoid new and expecting mothers like the plague. I'm not mature enough to be in their presence without lamenting my own conception woes until I eventually burst into tears. But they are my family. I love them. And I can't keep avoiding them.

Luckily, somewhere mid panic attack I thought that perhaps I need to be working on my own 12 Step Recovery Plan and decided to modify the 12 Steps of the Alcoholics Anonymous Program to fit my program (oh, so creatively) called Infertiles Anonymous:

1. I admit that I am powerless over my fertility—that I've allowed it to let my life become unmanageable.

2. I believe that a Power greater than myself can restore me to sanity.

3. I have made a decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of God as I understand Him.

4. I have made a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself.

5. I have admitted to God, to myself, and to another human being the exact nature of my wrongs.

6. I am entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.

7. I have humbly asked Him to remove my shortcomings.

8. I have made a list of all persons I have harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.

9. I have made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.

10. I have continued to take personal inventory and when I am wrong promptly admitted it.

11. I have sought through prayer and meditation to improve my conscious contact with God, as I understand Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for me and the power to carry that out.

12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these Steps, I will carry this message to other hurting infertile women and men, and to practice these principles in all my affairs.


 

It made me laugh and cry when I realized how meaningful these steps were to me. I've read and heard in many places that the psychological effects of infertility are on par with those of being diagnosed with a terminal disease. Some people in life are so good at bearing their crosses and making the best of it. By nature, I am not one of those people, though I have always wanted to be. Hopefully this is a good place to start. And I really mean START! I'm not even sure I can say I've completed the first step. But I will continue to write about my process and let you know how it goes.

* For those who don't know, Angie is my son's first mom.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Life lessons and Dr. Feelgood... because he's the one that makes you feel alright!

The past few months have taught me some serious life lessons. More than I would have ever volunteered for but certainly every one of them I've needed to learn and grow into the person I have always wanted to be.



Some of the things I have been up to and learning from:


  • Left the company I had worked for, for 4 1/2 years to start a new engineering firm with two other business partners. I will never accuse people who work from home of "having it easy" EVER.AGAIN. Stick me back in a cubicle NOW!

  • Miscarried again the weekend of Mother's Day. Oddly enough it was good news. I thought I had a fibroid tumor or was going into early menopause. I'll take unexpected miscarriage over that latter two any day!

  • Trying like hell to keep my house from going into foreclosure. It is tough to pay the bills when both of our professions took a huge hit with the economy and we've been living off of one reduced income, savings and credit for WAY too long. Luckily our mortgage company seems willing to work with us.

It hasn't been all tears and frustrations, though. Here are some of the "Dr. Feelgoods" that have kept me sane:


  • Gardening! I planted our first garden (potted style) this year. Tomatoes, basil, cilantro, mint, strawberries, spinach, bell peppers, potatoes, carrots, cantaloup, and cucumber. Despite several severe storms and hail I've managed to keep everything alive. My herbs have already produced harvest. We are getting close on the tomatoes, strawberries and bell peppers, too. Even if nothing comes of it, though, my garden has been my place of zen this summer.


  • Vermi-composting! I won a bucket of composting worms at a composting class put on by the city I live in and I am obsessed with those little guys! It is amazing how each week they take stinky leftover food and yard waste and turn it into beautiful, dark, fertile earth. I've also noticed that our garbage can is only half full come garbage day each week. That warms my hippy heart!



  • Extreme Couponing! I don't know why I did this to myself. I promised I would keep it simple this summer since I'm working my butt off helping to get a new company off the ground. It is anything but simple as I spend probably 8 hours a week in preparation and organization and now shop at anywhere from 7-10 grocery stores to work the deals. I certanily have not reached the extreme couponing status chronicled in the TLC show but when I get to the register and I watch my grocery bill shrink by 50-60% those beautiful endorphins start flowing!




  • ATV Riding! I was raised with dirt bikes, and big four wheel vehicles that took me all over the mountains of Colorado and the slick rock of Moab, UT. As much as I've always enjoyed it I've never been caught up in the grips of it like I have become with ATV riding (or quad or whatever you call it). We don't have one of our own but we've got great friends (or dealers depending on how you see it :) willing to share theirs. For the 4th we went up to the beautiful Sawatch Mountain Range and saw some of the most beautiful country Colorado has to offer on an ATV.







Hopefully I'll get back into the swing of reading and writing again soon. I just saw Heather posted another Open Adoption prompt question...

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

My Very First Compliment

Recently I received my very first compliment from River. We were driving to his nanny's house one morning and when I snuck a peek of him in the rearview mirror I noticed that he was squinting his eyes from the bright, morning sunlight streaming in the car windows. It put such a cute expression on his face and deepened the hazel green color of his eyes so I said, "River, your eyes look so cute all squinty in the sun!" and he returned the sentiment saying, "Mommy, eyes, cute!" Though 'cute' sounds more like 'toot' when he says it. It took me a while to realize it but that was the very first compliment he had ever given me. Immediately those silly, proud parent tears sprung to my eyes and smudged my mascara.


Yes, I know that receiving a compliment from a child just a few months shy of 3 years old may not be a big deal to many parents. They may have heard their first when their child was 18 months old. But that is the upside to milestones met a little later than expected... When the crowning moments finally arrive they are all the tastier like that fat, red strawberry that hangs on just that much longer giving it the chance to soak in all the sun.