In recognition for what was my best blog entry for the year, I am highlighting it here and hope it will be a yearly tradition.
When deciding, I think about something that really touched me deeply--not only while I was writing it, but that it also resonated with me after I wrote it. There is something in the post that communicates something deep and significant while continuing to be appreciated after having reflected on that moment, idea or experience. A lesson learned, something to remember carrying forward.
This year's Elite Entry:
Dark Side Before Venturing into TTC
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Christmas Cards
There is something about sending and receiving Christmas cards that warms the heart. I think it is the thought of someone thinking about you. And I get a little reminiscent and reflect of fond, fun memories of that person, whether writing the card or receiving it.
When I go home at Christmas time, my mom will invite me to look through their card pile. Sometimes there are pictures or a little note. Then I usually help my mom to tape them up on the inside of the front door. It is one way to add to the decorations.
As I was perusing the cards this year, one particular card had a note that did not sit well with me. Most of the cards were from people that I know, but this one I did not. There was a question asking if my parents were grandparents yet. And they continued by saying that having grandchildren is the best thing ever! It ticked me off. My first thought was that they must not really know my parents that well. It felt like salt in the wound, maybe more for my mom and dad. I felt protective of them and wanted to rip up the card. But, it was not my card. So, I put it back in its envelope and did not say anything to my mom.
About a month before that while talking on the phone with my mom, I asked her if she and my dad were disappointed or sad that they weren't grandparents. My mom quickly and simply said no. She said no and not to worry about it. I try not to worry, but the guilt is still there.
Maybe the hopeful comment was more a reflection that if my parents were grandparents, they would be loving, caring ones.
When I go home at Christmas time, my mom will invite me to look through their card pile. Sometimes there are pictures or a little note. Then I usually help my mom to tape them up on the inside of the front door. It is one way to add to the decorations.
As I was perusing the cards this year, one particular card had a note that did not sit well with me. Most of the cards were from people that I know, but this one I did not. There was a question asking if my parents were grandparents yet. And they continued by saying that having grandchildren is the best thing ever! It ticked me off. My first thought was that they must not really know my parents that well. It felt like salt in the wound, maybe more for my mom and dad. I felt protective of them and wanted to rip up the card. But, it was not my card. So, I put it back in its envelope and did not say anything to my mom.
About a month before that while talking on the phone with my mom, I asked her if she and my dad were disappointed or sad that they weren't grandparents. My mom quickly and simply said no. She said no and not to worry about it. I try not to worry, but the guilt is still there.
Maybe the hopeful comment was more a reflection that if my parents were grandparents, they would be loving, caring ones.
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Happy First Wedding Anniversary
Tal and I went to Chicago for the weekend to celebrate our first wedding anniversary! It was a really nice trip, and a perfect to get away. We left the house painting, Christmas shopping and end of the year work hustle behind and to be just us together.
We saw a play, Finding Neverland, enjoyed fancy meals, went to the Art Institute of Chicago and perused the Christkindlmarket. We also went to see a late showing of Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them. It was a fun weekend. :) Tal and I ended the weekend at home eating a replication of the top tier of our wedding cake, which was a surprise for Tal, and we opened gifts where we each gave the other something to do with paper. It was not planned, but I thought it was sweet that we were thinking along the same lines.
Below are some photos from our wedding day!
We saw a play, Finding Neverland, enjoyed fancy meals, went to the Art Institute of Chicago and perused the Christkindlmarket. We also went to see a late showing of Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them. It was a fun weekend. :) Tal and I ended the weekend at home eating a replication of the top tier of our wedding cake, which was a surprise for Tal, and we opened gifts where we each gave the other something to do with paper. It was not planned, but I thought it was sweet that we were thinking along the same lines.
Below are some photos from our wedding day!
Photo Credit: Kristen Nicole
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Some Good News
Another reason why I was fairly focused on thoughts about possible future children this past fall is because I had surgery in October on my uterus. I didn't write about it at the time because I can be a private person, but also I can sometimes be a little avoidant when coping. In this case it was a healthy coping because I didn't want to think about the surgery too much before it happened and then freak myself out. Healthy la-la land was good for me by keeping busy with house projects and checking out my new running app. So, I was not overly stressed leading up to or on the day of surgery.
I was also really glad that Tal was able to take off from work that day. Part of me really wanted my dad to be there. I'm a daddy's girl. What can I say? But, being that Tal is a nurse, I was in good hands. Plus, he is a recovery room nurse, so he was in his wheelhouse so to speak. However, I am thankful that I could share all of these feelings with Tal and he was kind, understanding and sensitive about it.
Just before my annual exam in the early summer, I had a few instances of some bleeding between periods. Turns out, I had a small polyp that needed to be removed. All went smoothly and the lab work came back with no worries. During my follow-up appointment, my doctor was very positive and said that my uterus and ovaries looked great. She gave the clear to start trying to have a baby. The news really gave me peace of mind. Things look healthy all up in there. Then a few weeks later my regular doctor said my thyroid levels looked good with my annual screening for that. More good news, which is also surprising given how the levels looked when I was in Florida.
Not to be cliche, but if it is meant to happen, it is meant to happen. It appears my body is in fairly good shape for where I'm at in life to be trying for a baby. I'll take that! Right now in this moment, I feel very content and at ease. I hope this feeling carries with me into 2017.
I was also really glad that Tal was able to take off from work that day. Part of me really wanted my dad to be there. I'm a daddy's girl. What can I say? But, being that Tal is a nurse, I was in good hands. Plus, he is a recovery room nurse, so he was in his wheelhouse so to speak. However, I am thankful that I could share all of these feelings with Tal and he was kind, understanding and sensitive about it.
Just before my annual exam in the early summer, I had a few instances of some bleeding between periods. Turns out, I had a small polyp that needed to be removed. All went smoothly and the lab work came back with no worries. During my follow-up appointment, my doctor was very positive and said that my uterus and ovaries looked great. She gave the clear to start trying to have a baby. The news really gave me peace of mind. Things look healthy all up in there. Then a few weeks later my regular doctor said my thyroid levels looked good with my annual screening for that. More good news, which is also surprising given how the levels looked when I was in Florida.
Not to be cliche, but if it is meant to happen, it is meant to happen. It appears my body is in fairly good shape for where I'm at in life to be trying for a baby. I'll take that! Right now in this moment, I feel very content and at ease. I hope this feeling carries with me into 2017.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Dark Side Before Venturing into TTC
Okay, I've been avoiding my blog. There has been something on my mind and I have been afraid to write about it.
First, with open enrollment at work for healthcare choices and tax savings accounts, it has gotten me thinking about how to afford a child while paying for daycare. Staying home is not a very likely option. Family is far way, so we cannot ask my parents to help out a few days a week. The cost of daycare scares me, let alone getting a child into one after hearing horror stories of wait lists and non-refundable wait list costs, some that you still have to pay even if the daycare center does not eventually have an opening. Let alone the rules. We would only need part-time daycare as Tal and I work different shifts and my schedule rotates. During the week, we would need about three days for four or five hours each. But some places require that you pay for all five days. Would we be lucky enough to find a daycare or private daycare provider who would be okay with a rotating schedule? I know I'm putting the cart way before the horse. But, you have to have some kind of plan before you try to have a child. Or at least me.
Those worries led to worries about quantity and quality of time with a possible future child. Working second shift makes it tricky. But, there are other people who work second shift and have families. It is doable. Right? I really like my job and I feel like it is a good fit. That is also important. Right? Then, I'd feel guilty if I would not be spending enough time with a possible future child. Would I be being selfish having a child and working the hours I'm working? I think it could work and be okay for the first few years before they would go to school. By then maybe there could be an opening for a position with more nine to five? A lot can change.
Also, I guess part of me is somewhat grieving the loss of not being able to stay home to raise my child. I always wanted that, more so than anything else. As a little girl, the first thing I wanted to be was a mom. People laughed at me or would tell me that was not what I really wanted to be. I loved my mom and felt so loved by her that I wanted to be a mommy and take care of a child so they could feel as loved as I felt as a little girl. As I realized that "mom" wasn't the answer people were looking for, I expanded my list to include teacher, ballerina and artist. Don't get me wrong, I liked the idea of those, too. But, after I would say those things, I'd secretly tell myself..."and a mom."
So with lots of hard thinking about how to puzzle it all out with the logistics of having a child and making time to spend with a child, it got me thinking some more. This is where the darkest question and fear loomed. What if after all of this, if we had a child, what if we regretted it?? What if parenting was harder than we thought, like really harder than we thought?
Ugh. I don't even want to admit that question crossed my mind. It makes me feel like a horrible person. Does it make me less deserving to be a parent?
I just don't want to screw it up. I am afraid of being so stressed out that I will be a terrible mom, wife or person. I do not want to lose me. I do not want to be totally consumed by parenthood. Life would change, no doubt. Priorities would rightfully shift. How do people do it?
With all of these thoughts running in my mind, I came across a blog from Mel's Friday Round-up. Actually, it was part of the second helpings.
My response to "Women Who Wish They'd Never Had Kids" and "Why Parents Hate Parenting," by The Unexpected Trip
That blog and links within it led down a wormhole of some very raw, very hard realizations and insights shared by those who do regret having a child. It is so sad, and my heart feels for those who have disclosed some very dark thoughts. I don't want to be one of those people...one of those that is completely overwhelmed by parenthood or bitter or resentful. No, so sad. I do not want to judge people and I guess it is good for them to have an outlet to express themselves, but still sad. As the author of the post that reflects on all of these links about parenting, maybe it is healthy for parents to have space to process feelings, all feelings, as a way to heal and carry forward.
How do people do it? Maybe I am thinking too much. I just don't want to be holding the experience of parenthood up to wildly, impossible standards then have it all come crashing down.
Then this post popped up on my Facebook feed.
10 Dark Parenting Truths We Never Talk About, by Kristen Oganowski
And while the author tackled some of the dark sides of parenting, she somehow made it less scary. There are truths in her words. And it is what it is, but real and with love. Life with or without children, is different...not better or worse, but different.
First, with open enrollment at work for healthcare choices and tax savings accounts, it has gotten me thinking about how to afford a child while paying for daycare. Staying home is not a very likely option. Family is far way, so we cannot ask my parents to help out a few days a week. The cost of daycare scares me, let alone getting a child into one after hearing horror stories of wait lists and non-refundable wait list costs, some that you still have to pay even if the daycare center does not eventually have an opening. Let alone the rules. We would only need part-time daycare as Tal and I work different shifts and my schedule rotates. During the week, we would need about three days for four or five hours each. But some places require that you pay for all five days. Would we be lucky enough to find a daycare or private daycare provider who would be okay with a rotating schedule? I know I'm putting the cart way before the horse. But, you have to have some kind of plan before you try to have a child. Or at least me.
Those worries led to worries about quantity and quality of time with a possible future child. Working second shift makes it tricky. But, there are other people who work second shift and have families. It is doable. Right? I really like my job and I feel like it is a good fit. That is also important. Right? Then, I'd feel guilty if I would not be spending enough time with a possible future child. Would I be being selfish having a child and working the hours I'm working? I think it could work and be okay for the first few years before they would go to school. By then maybe there could be an opening for a position with more nine to five? A lot can change.
Also, I guess part of me is somewhat grieving the loss of not being able to stay home to raise my child. I always wanted that, more so than anything else. As a little girl, the first thing I wanted to be was a mom. People laughed at me or would tell me that was not what I really wanted to be. I loved my mom and felt so loved by her that I wanted to be a mommy and take care of a child so they could feel as loved as I felt as a little girl. As I realized that "mom" wasn't the answer people were looking for, I expanded my list to include teacher, ballerina and artist. Don't get me wrong, I liked the idea of those, too. But, after I would say those things, I'd secretly tell myself..."and a mom."
So with lots of hard thinking about how to puzzle it all out with the logistics of having a child and making time to spend with a child, it got me thinking some more. This is where the darkest question and fear loomed. What if after all of this, if we had a child, what if we regretted it?? What if parenting was harder than we thought, like really harder than we thought?
Ugh. I don't even want to admit that question crossed my mind. It makes me feel like a horrible person. Does it make me less deserving to be a parent?
I just don't want to screw it up. I am afraid of being so stressed out that I will be a terrible mom, wife or person. I do not want to lose me. I do not want to be totally consumed by parenthood. Life would change, no doubt. Priorities would rightfully shift. How do people do it?
With all of these thoughts running in my mind, I came across a blog from Mel's Friday Round-up. Actually, it was part of the second helpings.
My response to "Women Who Wish They'd Never Had Kids" and "Why Parents Hate Parenting," by The Unexpected Trip
That blog and links within it led down a wormhole of some very raw, very hard realizations and insights shared by those who do regret having a child. It is so sad, and my heart feels for those who have disclosed some very dark thoughts. I don't want to be one of those people...one of those that is completely overwhelmed by parenthood or bitter or resentful. No, so sad. I do not want to judge people and I guess it is good for them to have an outlet to express themselves, but still sad. As the author of the post that reflects on all of these links about parenting, maybe it is healthy for parents to have space to process feelings, all feelings, as a way to heal and carry forward.
How do people do it? Maybe I am thinking too much. I just don't want to be holding the experience of parenthood up to wildly, impossible standards then have it all come crashing down.
Then this post popped up on my Facebook feed.
10 Dark Parenting Truths We Never Talk About, by Kristen Oganowski
And while the author tackled some of the dark sides of parenting, she somehow made it less scary. There are truths in her words. And it is what it is, but real and with love. Life with or without children, is different...not better or worse, but different.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Favorite Time of the Year
Fall! I love fall and everything in it! The weather is crisp and beautiful, the leaves change colors and it is sweater weather. I love the smells of fall, especially pumpkin! Pumpkin everything, yes please!
(Not pictured: Pumpkin Beer)
I also make some awesome pumpkin chip cookies. I love fall!
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Unwitting Wishes, Maybe?
Tal* smiled and said, "You know, whenever you talk about our future kid, you always say him."
"Oh. Really?" It took me by surprise, and I chuckled.
We were talking about our work schedules and the possibility of a new position opening up in my department. I work second shift and that is not so kid friendly. While the new position may get me home slightly earlier, I would lose some of that time with a longer commute. More importantly, the hours are not guaranteed as they may be adjusted based on need and I could end up with the same schedule. Better to stick with the known for now.
But, it is still kind of funny to me that in our conversations about a possible future child that my default is boy. In my mind's eye it flips back and forth between a girl or a boy. Although, what comes tumbling out when I speak is boy. Hmm...
*I'm switching to referring to my hubby as Tal because typing the tilde following T is a bit annoying and old.
"Oh. Really?" It took me by surprise, and I chuckled.
We were talking about our work schedules and the possibility of a new position opening up in my department. I work second shift and that is not so kid friendly. While the new position may get me home slightly earlier, I would lose some of that time with a longer commute. More importantly, the hours are not guaranteed as they may be adjusted based on need and I could end up with the same schedule. Better to stick with the known for now.
But, it is still kind of funny to me that in our conversations about a possible future child that my default is boy. In my mind's eye it flips back and forth between a girl or a boy. Although, what comes tumbling out when I speak is boy. Hmm...
*I'm switching to referring to my hubby as Tal because typing the tilde following T is a bit annoying and old.
Monday, August 29, 2016
Sticking to my New Year's Resolution Too Well
This year I made a resolution to not backdate my blog posts. While I have been mostly successful, it has ended up with me posting less. Not sure if it is really getting the result I intended. Whoops! Although, I think it has given me an opportunity to step back and think about my blog space.
Last year I had wedding planning to sprinkle into my rotation of posts. It was nice to take some of the focus away from my past IF experiences or how IF pops up in my life here and there.
Maybe a shift set in motion. This year there have been times where I may feel at a loss for what to write. I have not been as inclined to write about IF, so I guess I have not been writing as much. I've needed my life to be more, which it has. It just may not be well reflected in my blog. I should probably just write more about the everyday or what is current, rather than trying to make that connection to IF specifically. Just write about life as it is.
Microblog Mondays
Last year I had wedding planning to sprinkle into my rotation of posts. It was nice to take some of the focus away from my past IF experiences or how IF pops up in my life here and there.
Maybe a shift set in motion. This year there have been times where I may feel at a loss for what to write. I have not been as inclined to write about IF, so I guess I have not been writing as much. I've needed my life to be more, which it has. It just may not be well reflected in my blog. I should probably just write more about the everyday or what is current, rather than trying to make that connection to IF specifically. Just write about life as it is.
Microblog Mondays
Friday, August 26, 2016
End of Summer
It was a day to steal away some fun before the last of summer got away. After all of the unpacking, tending to some house projects and hosting visitors in our new home over the last few months, last Sunday was a lazy day for us. T~ and I went to Kings Island.
The summer afternoon was made to explore the park, which was my first time visiting. Sunshine, bluest of blue skies and puffy white clouds greeted us as we crossed the gate. Hand in hand we meandered through the park. We road a couple of the coasters, took in views from the tower and shared a funnel cake. Then before heading out, we ended our visit on the tall swing ride as the sun was starting to set. It was beautiful. My heart felt full and my soul at peace.
T~ and I stopped at a friend's house on the way home and visited for a bit. As we left for the evening, it was the first of the cool nights to lick at our heels as we hopped into the car.
It was good sleeping weather. A heavy sleep under the weight of the blankets long forgotten from the summer's heat was woken by the cool of the next day's morning.
The summer afternoon was made to explore the park, which was my first time visiting. Sunshine, bluest of blue skies and puffy white clouds greeted us as we crossed the gate. Hand in hand we meandered through the park. We road a couple of the coasters, took in views from the tower and shared a funnel cake. Then before heading out, we ended our visit on the tall swing ride as the sun was starting to set. It was beautiful. My heart felt full and my soul at peace.
T~ and I stopped at a friend's house on the way home and visited for a bit. As we left for the evening, it was the first of the cool nights to lick at our heels as we hopped into the car.
It was good sleeping weather. A heavy sleep under the weight of the blankets long forgotten from the summer's heat was woken by the cool of the next day's morning.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Summer Visitors
While this summer has been spent unpacking the house, we have also hosted friends and family when they have come to visit. It has been nice to have people over at our house. Quality time with those we care about is important.
I was a little nervous when one of my best friends came to visit with her three kids, who are also my godchildren. They are six, five and three. I wanted them to have fun and enjoy themselves. And I hoped that I would have enough to keep them busy! I'm not a mom, so I was a little worried. Could I hack it for a weekend? Of course my friend was coming and it was not like I'd have them all on my own, but I wanted to do a good job.
Fortunately, our new house is right down the street from a fun little park and splash pad. I was just hoping for good weather. There is also an ice cream shop down the other way. So, that was good for a walk and a treat. Then I looked online for touristy kinds of things and there is a nice children's museum in town. Plus, if we had good weather, there are nature parks with hiking trails that the kids could handle, as I've seen other families there in the past.
I had an outline of big ideas, but wanted to think about the time between, too. Kids have a lot of energy and if they do not have something to do, they will find something. So, T~ and I went shopping for toys. He has young nephews around the same age. We figured buying some toys would be a good investment. We picked out some things for inside and outside play. I tried to get some things that can be gender neutral and a few things that may be a little more gender specific. For example, Legos are great for many kids and for a good range of ages. Lots of kids like to play with kitchen sets, color, use play-doh and play with outdoor toys, like hula hoops and a kickball. But, I also got some superhero action figures with a couple of small vehicles and a princess doll set with a small fold up castle. I tried to stay within a budget and not get too crazy. Another thing we had going for us is that my husband has a good collection of Pixar movies and we have Netflix. Not that we want to rely on TV, but it was likely to rain.
In addition, I worried about what the kids would want to eat. I checked in with my friend and then went grocery shopping. Again, I didn't want to go crazy, but at least have a few options. I just really wanted my friend and her children to feel welcomed. I thought about the times my brother and I would visit family as little kids and tried to pull from those experiences as to what made us feel comfortable and welcomed in someone's home. A little bit can go a long way.
Finally, I was concerned about whether or not I'd have the energy to keep going the whole weekend. I'm pretty used to a quiet house and that is very different than three small children. I hoped I would not feel overwhelmed.
However, the weekend visit went very well! The kids played nicely and had a lot of fun. I got to enjoy quality time with my friend. And I hoped she felt like she may have gotten somewhat of a break with the trip. Her husband has been very busy with work and as a stay-at-home mom, she does a lot of the caregiving.
The kids loved the park and splash pad. We went to the park the first night after dinner. They had a lot of fun going on the swings and teeter totter and climbing equipment. The next morning we went to the splash pad before it had a chance to rain. The day before was better weather for it, but the kids still enjoyed it. They were very silly running around, slashing and filling a bucket of water. Just good old water play and exploring.
We also went to a small, free farm at one of the Metro parks. It ended up being smaller than we thought and it was self-guided. With the possibility of rain, we were the only ones there. I thought it was kind of a bust, but it turns out that the kids got a kick out of it. They talked quite a bit about it the next morning.
They had a blast at the kid's museum, which I'm very glad that T~ came along so that each child could be paired with a grown-up. This gave each child the ability to explore and spend as much time as they liked in the different areas. It flowed well and we generally stayed together, but one or two may have lingered before moving onto the next thing or maybe skipped something that was not as interesting from time to time. We spent quite a bit of time at the museum. It was fun to play along with them, too.
The kids were very cute. My friend said they could not wait to come and visit. She said they were so excited to come to our house. I've been to their house lots of times, but I think this was a fun adventure for them. Snuggles and hugs and happy memories made. I hope my friend comes to visit again, and we'd welcome the kids, too. It was a successful, fun weekend!
I was a little nervous when one of my best friends came to visit with her three kids, who are also my godchildren. They are six, five and three. I wanted them to have fun and enjoy themselves. And I hoped that I would have enough to keep them busy! I'm not a mom, so I was a little worried. Could I hack it for a weekend? Of course my friend was coming and it was not like I'd have them all on my own, but I wanted to do a good job.
Fortunately, our new house is right down the street from a fun little park and splash pad. I was just hoping for good weather. There is also an ice cream shop down the other way. So, that was good for a walk and a treat. Then I looked online for touristy kinds of things and there is a nice children's museum in town. Plus, if we had good weather, there are nature parks with hiking trails that the kids could handle, as I've seen other families there in the past.
I had an outline of big ideas, but wanted to think about the time between, too. Kids have a lot of energy and if they do not have something to do, they will find something. So, T~ and I went shopping for toys. He has young nephews around the same age. We figured buying some toys would be a good investment. We picked out some things for inside and outside play. I tried to get some things that can be gender neutral and a few things that may be a little more gender specific. For example, Legos are great for many kids and for a good range of ages. Lots of kids like to play with kitchen sets, color, use play-doh and play with outdoor toys, like hula hoops and a kickball. But, I also got some superhero action figures with a couple of small vehicles and a princess doll set with a small fold up castle. I tried to stay within a budget and not get too crazy. Another thing we had going for us is that my husband has a good collection of Pixar movies and we have Netflix. Not that we want to rely on TV, but it was likely to rain.
In addition, I worried about what the kids would want to eat. I checked in with my friend and then went grocery shopping. Again, I didn't want to go crazy, but at least have a few options. I just really wanted my friend and her children to feel welcomed. I thought about the times my brother and I would visit family as little kids and tried to pull from those experiences as to what made us feel comfortable and welcomed in someone's home. A little bit can go a long way.
Finally, I was concerned about whether or not I'd have the energy to keep going the whole weekend. I'm pretty used to a quiet house and that is very different than three small children. I hoped I would not feel overwhelmed.
However, the weekend visit went very well! The kids played nicely and had a lot of fun. I got to enjoy quality time with my friend. And I hoped she felt like she may have gotten somewhat of a break with the trip. Her husband has been very busy with work and as a stay-at-home mom, she does a lot of the caregiving.
The kids loved the park and splash pad. We went to the park the first night after dinner. They had a lot of fun going on the swings and teeter totter and climbing equipment. The next morning we went to the splash pad before it had a chance to rain. The day before was better weather for it, but the kids still enjoyed it. They were very silly running around, slashing and filling a bucket of water. Just good old water play and exploring.
We also went to a small, free farm at one of the Metro parks. It ended up being smaller than we thought and it was self-guided. With the possibility of rain, we were the only ones there. I thought it was kind of a bust, but it turns out that the kids got a kick out of it. They talked quite a bit about it the next morning.
They had a blast at the kid's museum, which I'm very glad that T~ came along so that each child could be paired with a grown-up. This gave each child the ability to explore and spend as much time as they liked in the different areas. It flowed well and we generally stayed together, but one or two may have lingered before moving onto the next thing or maybe skipped something that was not as interesting from time to time. We spent quite a bit of time at the museum. It was fun to play along with them, too.
The kids were very cute. My friend said they could not wait to come and visit. She said they were so excited to come to our house. I've been to their house lots of times, but I think this was a fun adventure for them. Snuggles and hugs and happy memories made. I hope my friend comes to visit again, and we'd welcome the kids, too. It was a successful, fun weekend!
Friday, July 8, 2016
Settling In
It has been about two weeks since we moved into our new house. It is already starting to feel like home.
When we first moved our stuff into the house, we then left for Cleveland for my cousin's wedding. So, we didn't stay in it until after we came back from the trip. T~ walked me across the threshold. Newlywed fun, and a great way to celebrate just over six months of marriage!
I kept fairly mum about the house as I was worried something may not work out. We actually put an offer on another house in February, but we missed it by an hour. There was a contingency offer on that house and the other family sold their house just before we submitted our offer. It was disappointing. However, it all worked out because we really like this house more. The other house was very nice and an easy practical choice, but it was one of four houses we looked at when really starting to look since toeing the waters in the fall. It almost seemed too good to be true.
Our closing was in the beginning of May. You can see a picture here. It took us about six weeks to move into the house because we needed to get some electrical updates. While the kitchen and bathrooms has been updated, the rest of the house only had two pronged outlets. We needed to do a little bit of updating to be able to plug in our TV and computer. Plus, there was no previous washer and dryer, or even electrical outlets for them. We believe the prior owner who lived in the house may have used a hand crank washer or went to the laundromat. Plus, I wanted better lightning for the basement stairs and a light/fan combo for the main bathroom. Not flashy upgrades, but we are excited about them!
However, with the delay in our move, it gave us time to take advantage of some nice sales. We bought a new washer and dryer. It is crazy the amount of technology has changed washers and dryers since the last time I went shopping for them. Leaps and bounds! Whenever I turn them on, I feel like I am in the future. We also bought a new couch and got a really good deal on it. Unfortunately, the old couch does not fit in the basement, so we will have to sell it. Then, we got some awesome super sales on two rugs. One is for our bedroom and one is for the guestroom. We have hardwood floors throughout, which we really like.
Still plenty of packing, but it is coming together slowly. We are happy to be in our new home!
When we first moved our stuff into the house, we then left for Cleveland for my cousin's wedding. So, we didn't stay in it until after we came back from the trip. T~ walked me across the threshold. Newlywed fun, and a great way to celebrate just over six months of marriage!
I kept fairly mum about the house as I was worried something may not work out. We actually put an offer on another house in February, but we missed it by an hour. There was a contingency offer on that house and the other family sold their house just before we submitted our offer. It was disappointing. However, it all worked out because we really like this house more. The other house was very nice and an easy practical choice, but it was one of four houses we looked at when really starting to look since toeing the waters in the fall. It almost seemed too good to be true.
Our closing was in the beginning of May. You can see a picture here. It took us about six weeks to move into the house because we needed to get some electrical updates. While the kitchen and bathrooms has been updated, the rest of the house only had two pronged outlets. We needed to do a little bit of updating to be able to plug in our TV and computer. Plus, there was no previous washer and dryer, or even electrical outlets for them. We believe the prior owner who lived in the house may have used a hand crank washer or went to the laundromat. Plus, I wanted better lightning for the basement stairs and a light/fan combo for the main bathroom. Not flashy upgrades, but we are excited about them!
However, with the delay in our move, it gave us time to take advantage of some nice sales. We bought a new washer and dryer. It is crazy the amount of technology has changed washers and dryers since the last time I went shopping for them. Leaps and bounds! Whenever I turn them on, I feel like I am in the future. We also bought a new couch and got a really good deal on it. Unfortunately, the old couch does not fit in the basement, so we will have to sell it. Then, we got some awesome super sales on two rugs. One is for our bedroom and one is for the guestroom. We have hardwood floors throughout, which we really like.
Still plenty of packing, but it is coming together slowly. We are happy to be in our new home!
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Triggers, Not Just For IF
As my hubby and I were finishing dinner, he offered to clean up the dishes, which I appreciated. He is a kind man and always willing to help out around the house. Sometimes he spoils me.
His nephew's birthday was the next day and the present still needed wrapped. So, I thought I'd help and pick out some wrapping paper and wrap it. I went to the closet in the guest bedroom in our apartment. As I was considering the options, I came across a roll I had not seen before that had obviously been used.
It sucked my breath away. And I called out and asked, "What was this pink, flowery roll from?" T~ responded from the kitchen with a vague, "I don't know." My eyes became tearful and my heart sank with my thoughts starting to run all over the place. I commented that I hadn't seen it before and I wondered what it had been used for. He said in a puzzled voice that he didn't know, but then quickly followed that it must have been for his mom and recalled buying her something recently.
I took a breath and felt terrible for the ugly mess of thoughts coming to mind. The wrapping paper was a trigger, unbeknownst to me, reminding me of my past spouse's infidelity. I did not want those thoughts and it upset me to feel those ghostly feelings. It also surprised me, as those distant thoughts seemed dormant, but quickly and sharply came to the surface.
T~ had recognized the change in my tone and came to check on me from the kitchen. At this time I was trying to regroup myself and shake off the old hurt. He hugged me and asked what was wrong as he held me. I shrugged and did not want to talk about it. He asked if it had something to do with my ex-husband, and I nodded. He asked if I wanted to talk about it, and I shook my head no. T~ said he was sorry to see that I was reminded of him and the hurt he caused. And I said thank you.
T~ held me for a moment and I felt better, and secure in our relationship. I am thankful for T~'s patience, compassion and understanding. He did not make me feel less or like I was questioning him. He acknowledged my pain and we moved on, with the rest of the evening quite pleasant and normal.
After the divorce, I had a conversation with a friend who had gone through divorce herself. I felt broken and wondered who would want to be with me having been divorced. My past felt so big and heavy. I didn't know what to do with it. Fourteen years was too much to ignore, but it was not something I wanted to discuss with a romantic partner either. Carli told me that I did not have to hide my past and that one day I would find a man who would love me, all of me, and that he would be able handle my past--not that it would be the focus, but he would understand and not be afraid of it. After thinking about my single days and dating and with my relationship with T~, she was right. And I am happy to say that person by my side is T~.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Elephant in the Room
Before I started my blog, I found support for IF through a Baby Center forum group. Each of the ladies that I met there has been successful in expanding their families, which I am sincerely happy for them. Several of the ladies have even been fortunate to have more than one child. Overtime as families started to grow, people transitioned away from the forum. But, many have maintained a connection through Facebook. It brings me joy to see them happy with their children. They glow in their love for their children and families. You can tell from their posts that they are very grateful and do not take for granted their blessings. Life carries on and life brings challenges, but they handle it with strength and grace.
However, with being in different places in our lives, there has grown some distance. It is natural to happen. It is the ebb and flow of time and where we are in life. But, it can be very lonely being the last of the group without a child. When the last person had their baby a few years ago, I felt very sad and even jealous and angry at times. I didn't write about it then because I did not feel like openly having a pitty party for me. There may have been an entry that had a sentence or two that referenced it. I edited it out because I did not want to hurt anyone's feelings or push them away. But, the distance continued to expand either way. I'm sure there are many reasons. Sometimes people just have to move on to do their healing from IF. Priorities obviously and rightfully shift. There is more common ground with those who are also in the life stage of raising children.
As much as I don't want it to, it hurts. Sometimes it is more and sometimes it is less. More often than not, it is less now, but it has taken time. Then I wonder, when will be the day when everyone is done growing their families? Will I still be without a child? Has that day already come to pass? That will not really be known for quite sometime. It will just silently happen and only to be determined by looking back to see when it was.
At least I feel like I am in a better place of acceptance now than when I first realized I was the last of the group without child. And I have found other blogs to read, some parenting after IF, some trying to grow their families and some that are childfree. Always new people to meet along the way. Just not sure which way it will be for me.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Mother's Day Tribute, Part 2 and Part 3
Four years ago, I wrote an entry about my friend, Dianne. She was the first person, outside of my previous spouse, that I confided in about IF. I had been suffering in silence for about a year when she opened up and shared her story, and it allowed me to tell the beginning of mine. She also guided me to where I could seek support from a community online, which I am forever grateful.
At the time of when I wrote the first post, my intention was to write two parts. The first part was in thanking Diane for all of her support through some very rough spots and transitions in my life. The second part was to be a celebration, which it still is. However, there are many more lessons I have learned from my friend that deserves recognition.
So, before there is part two, there should really be a part one and a half because it is often the journey and not the destination that has the rich stuff in life.
When I met Diane, she and her husband had been trying to have a child for quite some time through a variety of ways. However, they were on a break, and one that seemed to be considering if they had hit their limit. To someone who was new to this whole IF journey, and had just felt so much comfort from our mutual disclosures, it was a bit jarring. There were feelings of relief, sadness and hope that were suddenly tapped by meeting someone who had been there and really got it. It was quickly followed by feelings of confusion, fear and loneliness. How could I be learning about all of this stuff and now you all are going to stop trying? I just learned about your journey and it could be the end, without a baby?
Fortunately, unfortunately, I had an aunt and uncle whom struggled to have a child of their own and I had learned as a young preteen that each couple makes the best decisions for themselves and it is to be respected. While other couples may choose various, alternate paths to creating a family, it does not mean that every couple tries everything or for a defined amount of attempts. Every couple has their limits, which only they can know. I kept quiet. But on the inside was cheering for them, as one may tend to do at the beginning of their IF ride.
But, Diane taught me the value of stopping, whether by choice or not. It is important not to loose yourself. Take time to invest in you. Center yourself. Be kind to yourself. Love yourself. If you get a little lost, get off the roller coaster and rediscover yourself because you need the best you. When you are the best you, you will have more to give. You are special, worthy and strong. Remember, you deserve to be happy, regardless of the outcome. Be more than, always be more than.
Time passed, and Diane and her hubby decided to try and grow their family one more time. Then, part two...
Diane called with fantastic news! They were matched and were going to adopt a baby boy! Joy upon joy!!
And that was just a few months before Mother's Day four years ago. I was thrilled for my friend. She seemed to be in a place in her life that was not distracted in desperation (my feelings at the time if I was in her position, not her feelings necessarily), but a tempered hope to try one more time while living her life as it was. I believe it helped her to be more present in her joy of that moment. It was beautiful to see Diane and her husband welcome this adorable little child into their home.
This I would have shared four years ago, but time slipped by and it felt too much time had passed. Plus, I realized that while Diane and her husband adopted the little guy, it would take time through the legal system to make it fully official. So, I did not want to jinx it and justified that I could wait until his official day in court. Unfortunately, that took much longer than expected by no fault of their own. But, that day came and I was so very happy for all of them.
So, more time had passed and I told myself, next year. And this post sat in my head. But honestly, it allowed me to learn a few more things from my friend, Diane.
Part three...
Diane is a wonderful example of a mother who loves her child deeply. She is an awesome mother. It is an honor that she shares this special person and their moments together with family and friends, and that I get to see him grow up in pictures and in person. Diane and her husband are truly grateful in their blessing of their special little guy and it shows through in their pictures and stories and how they interact with him. They are realistic, too. He is a kid and kids do all kinds of stuff that we love and that drives us crazy and love some more.
Diane also seems to strike that balance of not over sharing and keeping some things just for themselves when it comes to online media. She is also mindful of others, especially those who have lost children or who are hoping to have a child one day. And Diane is not alone, as I have other friends that I have met through the IF community that do so, as well.
But, I think the other thing I learned from Diane and other mothers after IF is that "getting your happy ending" does not equate to making everything else better with no more worries. Life carries onward. And with it, there are health issues, bills, caring for the sick, disappointments, job loss, house repairs, death of a loved one, rationships to nurture, moving homes, career transitions, going back to school, loss of a pet, difficult decisions and so much more. It can be easy to get lost in the idea of an idealized, imagined life. It is important not to forget why you wanted to be a parent and to welcome a child into your family for the right reasons.
So, again, it is the journey that teaches. Sometime it is the journey that follows a moment in time, too. Thank you, Diane! Thank you to the other ladies that I met through this online community! You all have taught me so much. And in your words, Diane, ...Happy Mothering Day!
At the time of when I wrote the first post, my intention was to write two parts. The first part was in thanking Diane for all of her support through some very rough spots and transitions in my life. The second part was to be a celebration, which it still is. However, there are many more lessons I have learned from my friend that deserves recognition.
So, before there is part two, there should really be a part one and a half because it is often the journey and not the destination that has the rich stuff in life.
When I met Diane, she and her husband had been trying to have a child for quite some time through a variety of ways. However, they were on a break, and one that seemed to be considering if they had hit their limit. To someone who was new to this whole IF journey, and had just felt so much comfort from our mutual disclosures, it was a bit jarring. There were feelings of relief, sadness and hope that were suddenly tapped by meeting someone who had been there and really got it. It was quickly followed by feelings of confusion, fear and loneliness. How could I be learning about all of this stuff and now you all are going to stop trying? I just learned about your journey and it could be the end, without a baby?
Fortunately, unfortunately, I had an aunt and uncle whom struggled to have a child of their own and I had learned as a young preteen that each couple makes the best decisions for themselves and it is to be respected. While other couples may choose various, alternate paths to creating a family, it does not mean that every couple tries everything or for a defined amount of attempts. Every couple has their limits, which only they can know. I kept quiet. But on the inside was cheering for them, as one may tend to do at the beginning of their IF ride.
But, Diane taught me the value of stopping, whether by choice or not. It is important not to loose yourself. Take time to invest in you. Center yourself. Be kind to yourself. Love yourself. If you get a little lost, get off the roller coaster and rediscover yourself because you need the best you. When you are the best you, you will have more to give. You are special, worthy and strong. Remember, you deserve to be happy, regardless of the outcome. Be more than, always be more than.
Time passed, and Diane and her hubby decided to try and grow their family one more time. Then, part two...
Diane called with fantastic news! They were matched and were going to adopt a baby boy! Joy upon joy!!
And that was just a few months before Mother's Day four years ago. I was thrilled for my friend. She seemed to be in a place in her life that was not distracted in desperation (my feelings at the time if I was in her position, not her feelings necessarily), but a tempered hope to try one more time while living her life as it was. I believe it helped her to be more present in her joy of that moment. It was beautiful to see Diane and her husband welcome this adorable little child into their home.
This I would have shared four years ago, but time slipped by and it felt too much time had passed. Plus, I realized that while Diane and her husband adopted the little guy, it would take time through the legal system to make it fully official. So, I did not want to jinx it and justified that I could wait until his official day in court. Unfortunately, that took much longer than expected by no fault of their own. But, that day came and I was so very happy for all of them.
So, more time had passed and I told myself, next year. And this post sat in my head. But honestly, it allowed me to learn a few more things from my friend, Diane.
Part three...
Diane is a wonderful example of a mother who loves her child deeply. She is an awesome mother. It is an honor that she shares this special person and their moments together with family and friends, and that I get to see him grow up in pictures and in person. Diane and her husband are truly grateful in their blessing of their special little guy and it shows through in their pictures and stories and how they interact with him. They are realistic, too. He is a kid and kids do all kinds of stuff that we love and that drives us crazy and love some more.
Diane also seems to strike that balance of not over sharing and keeping some things just for themselves when it comes to online media. She is also mindful of others, especially those who have lost children or who are hoping to have a child one day. And Diane is not alone, as I have other friends that I have met through the IF community that do so, as well.
But, I think the other thing I learned from Diane and other mothers after IF is that "getting your happy ending" does not equate to making everything else better with no more worries. Life carries onward. And with it, there are health issues, bills, caring for the sick, disappointments, job loss, house repairs, death of a loved one, rationships to nurture, moving homes, career transitions, going back to school, loss of a pet, difficult decisions and so much more. It can be easy to get lost in the idea of an idealized, imagined life. It is important not to forget why you wanted to be a parent and to welcome a child into your family for the right reasons.
So, again, it is the journey that teaches. Sometime it is the journey that follows a moment in time, too. Thank you, Diane! Thank you to the other ladies that I met through this online community! You all have taught me so much. And in your words, Diane, ...Happy Mothering Day!
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Home Sweet Home
We bought a house! We are so very excited! It is just the right house for us. It has charm, it is a bit quirky and it is just the right size. Can't wait to make this our home!
Friday, April 22, 2016
Good Intentions
Easter came early this year. But in leading up to Lent, I was researching churches in my area to figure out which one I'd like to call my spiritual home. Bummer that I could not find any with a Sunday evening mass, as I am a fan of sleeping in on the weekends. It is also seems like a good way to end the day at the start of the week. It takes a little bit of that Sunday dread away, a remnant from my life from teaching (Yes, teachers can have that same sinking feeling as students as the weekend comes to an end and early Monday morning is waiting.). I scoured the Internet and FB to glean the vibe of the church and if I would fit into its community. Then I saved the mass schedules and addresses of the churches on the short list. My plan was to try them out. T~ has been supportive in saying that he will attend with me, despite us having different faiths.
Just before Lent was kicking into gear, we got up one Sunday morning and went to church. The building was a bit more modern for my taste and the priest seemed a little full of himself and a little showy. However, I liked the vibe of the people who attended the church. They seemed friendly and kind and it had a welcoming family feel.
But at a second glance, I realized just how many families were present and it felt like a really high ratio. Granted this was a mass that offered Sunday school, but it still felt like a lot. I started to feel uncomfortable and sad. It made me realize how differently I had once imagined my life. I pictured it with children, which would include taking them to church. Surrounded by children and families made my heart ache. Yes, maybe T~ and I may one day have a child. But, it will likely be one...maybe, maybe two. But it will not be the brood I had once imagined. It will not be the same.
And I felt that twinge of one day having a large family die.
How I longed for a simple life and not one with all of these complications postponing these dreams of a family of my own. How so many take it for granted that it all seems to fall into place. Why has it worked for them and not for me? How very far away it all feels to me as more and more people my age have finished building their families. They are in the thick of it, the exhausting thick of it, and I feel like I am missing out. I continue to be the outsider looking in and missing the dream that will never be.
I feel small for having these feelings. I am tired of the heartache. I am over the reminders of what I don't have. It is especially difficult when I am trying so hard to be strong, to be grateful and to dream new dreams.
So, unfortunately, I have not returned to church. I have avoided it. It is hard to be in a place to renew your soul while it is being crushed. I feel guilty. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself, refocus on the positive. It is hard to let go of a dream.
But, maybe it is time to try again. Maybe I will try a different church this time. Maybe I'll try a time that does not include the children's mass.
The other big hurdle is going to be getting our marriage validated by the church. That is a whole other blob of judgment and possible rejection waiting for me. Ugh.
Just before Lent was kicking into gear, we got up one Sunday morning and went to church. The building was a bit more modern for my taste and the priest seemed a little full of himself and a little showy. However, I liked the vibe of the people who attended the church. They seemed friendly and kind and it had a welcoming family feel.
But at a second glance, I realized just how many families were present and it felt like a really high ratio. Granted this was a mass that offered Sunday school, but it still felt like a lot. I started to feel uncomfortable and sad. It made me realize how differently I had once imagined my life. I pictured it with children, which would include taking them to church. Surrounded by children and families made my heart ache. Yes, maybe T~ and I may one day have a child. But, it will likely be one...maybe, maybe two. But it will not be the brood I had once imagined. It will not be the same.
And I felt that twinge of one day having a large family die.
How I longed for a simple life and not one with all of these complications postponing these dreams of a family of my own. How so many take it for granted that it all seems to fall into place. Why has it worked for them and not for me? How very far away it all feels to me as more and more people my age have finished building their families. They are in the thick of it, the exhausting thick of it, and I feel like I am missing out. I continue to be the outsider looking in and missing the dream that will never be.
I feel small for having these feelings. I am tired of the heartache. I am over the reminders of what I don't have. It is especially difficult when I am trying so hard to be strong, to be grateful and to dream new dreams.
So, unfortunately, I have not returned to church. I have avoided it. It is hard to be in a place to renew your soul while it is being crushed. I feel guilty. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself, refocus on the positive. It is hard to let go of a dream.
But, maybe it is time to try again. Maybe I will try a different church this time. Maybe I'll try a time that does not include the children's mass.
The other big hurdle is going to be getting our marriage validated by the church. That is a whole other blob of judgment and possible rejection waiting for me. Ugh.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Good Quote
"Occasionally, weep deeply over the life you hoped would be. Grieve the losses. Then wash your face. Trust God. And embrace the life you have."--John Piper
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Hindsight
Today, I felt happy because it was spring.
But last week, I felt guilty. I felt guilty because I wasn't sure if I deserve to miss you both. It was a long shot. And honestly, your existence should not have been mentioned. There were too many other steps to get in the propper place. I feel embarrassed about that and somewhat angry and manipulated. Hindsight. Perhaps, you are not mine to miss. But, the heart is not rational and it will feel what it will feel. You would have been seven.
It is spring, a time to turn the page and leave the sadness in the past. It is a time to start fresh and look forward.
But last week, I felt guilty. I felt guilty because I wasn't sure if I deserve to miss you both. It was a long shot. And honestly, your existence should not have been mentioned. There were too many other steps to get in the propper place. I feel embarrassed about that and somewhat angry and manipulated. Hindsight. Perhaps, you are not mine to miss. But, the heart is not rational and it will feel what it will feel. You would have been seven.
It is spring, a time to turn the page and leave the sadness in the past. It is a time to start fresh and look forward.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
In-Person Parent Time
There is a guy, Tim Urban, who writes a blog called Wait But Why. The topics of the posts can be a bit all over the place, but many are an interesting read. Sometimes when he kind of gets more introspective, I kind of feel like he is walking around in my head. Yes, I think and worry about those things, too!
One thing that I probably spend too much time worrying about is having the opportunity to spend time with my parents. Some of it probably has to do with experiencing several significant deaths at an early age. Some of it likely has to do with IF as it brings an awareness of the fragility of our being. And with currently being childless, I don't have kids to distract me from thinking about these particular big life thoughts. It is not to say people with children are not deep thinkers or share similar thoughts, I just have more time to dwell on them. Finally, some of it may be because I'm a sensitive, old soul who enjoys deep meaningful relationships and favors quality over quantity. Parents are pretty significant people in our lives. It freaks me out to acknowledge that my time with them is limited.
Some may dismiss my worries because they say we are all getting older and it is life that we will not have our parents forever. True. But does it not bother you?
Tim Urban does a very nice job of quantifying this concern of mine. In fact, he has a mathematical, pictorial representation. He also discusses in-person parent time. You can read his blog here.
As I was reading his blog, I vacillated between excited appreciation and increasing fear. It was a relief to read that someone else thinks about this kind of stuff while trying not to rev up feelings of anxiety. He gets close to the edge of the runaway train effect. However, he closes on an important message. Proximity, priorities and quality matter.
I am thankful to have moved back to Ohio. I feel a bit more at ease than when I lived in other places. It feels very good after visiting them this past weekend just because I had the time. Big fan of unstructured time.
One thing that I probably spend too much time worrying about is having the opportunity to spend time with my parents. Some of it probably has to do with experiencing several significant deaths at an early age. Some of it likely has to do with IF as it brings an awareness of the fragility of our being. And with currently being childless, I don't have kids to distract me from thinking about these particular big life thoughts. It is not to say people with children are not deep thinkers or share similar thoughts, I just have more time to dwell on them. Finally, some of it may be because I'm a sensitive, old soul who enjoys deep meaningful relationships and favors quality over quantity. Parents are pretty significant people in our lives. It freaks me out to acknowledge that my time with them is limited.
Some may dismiss my worries because they say we are all getting older and it is life that we will not have our parents forever. True. But does it not bother you?
Tim Urban does a very nice job of quantifying this concern of mine. In fact, he has a mathematical, pictorial representation. He also discusses in-person parent time. You can read his blog here.
As I was reading his blog, I vacillated between excited appreciation and increasing fear. It was a relief to read that someone else thinks about this kind of stuff while trying not to rev up feelings of anxiety. He gets close to the edge of the runaway train effect. However, he closes on an important message. Proximity, priorities and quality matter.
I am thankful to have moved back to Ohio. I feel a bit more at ease than when I lived in other places. It feels very good after visiting them this past weekend just because I had the time. Big fan of unstructured time.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Twinsters
It is winter. So, it is the perfect time of year to cozy up on the couch and peruse the Netflix cue or watch the things you have put on your list. As soon as I saw the movie, Twinsters, I knew I wanted to watch it. It is about two young women who find out about each other through happen stance on the internet. They remarkably look alike and find out that they were born on the same day and had been adopted from Korea. Their story unfolds as they get to know each other through Facebook, Skype and texting until they finally meet in person.
I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. It was fun to watch the excitement as they were just learning about each other and taking steps to get to know each other more and more. It is amazing how technology allows us to connect and get to know other people so intimately, especially when they are so far away. In some ways it reminds me of the IF community, how strangers can become friends. I had the opportunity to meet some of the women I met through an online group for IF support. Watching the movie reminded me of the giddiness and excitement of meeting my IF sisters. It was life changing, as it was for the twins in the movie (but much more likely life changing for the twins).
The movie was also very interesting because it is about adoption. Without wanting to spoil the movie, I appreciated how it told the story of how each adoption story is different. While these women are twins and their lives have paralleled experiences, there are also distinct differences, too. It is beautiful how the sisters are intuitive, sensitive and thoughtful of each other as they share their past, build their relationship in the present and begin to navigate how they want to share their future.
Then, how T~ and I have loosely talked about adoption, I found the movie interesting in what it brings up in terms of the thoughts, worries, frustrations, blessings and world of an adoptee. Food for thought. Plus, I've always had some kind of gut feeling that maybe if I were to be a mom it would be to twins. I don't know why. Maybe it is a wish or a hope, but I feel there is some kind of connection, but not sure what exactly.
It is a very good story. I definitely recommend it.
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I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. It was fun to watch the excitement as they were just learning about each other and taking steps to get to know each other more and more. It is amazing how technology allows us to connect and get to know other people so intimately, especially when they are so far away. In some ways it reminds me of the IF community, how strangers can become friends. I had the opportunity to meet some of the women I met through an online group for IF support. Watching the movie reminded me of the giddiness and excitement of meeting my IF sisters. It was life changing, as it was for the twins in the movie (but much more likely life changing for the twins).
The movie was also very interesting because it is about adoption. Without wanting to spoil the movie, I appreciated how it told the story of how each adoption story is different. While these women are twins and their lives have paralleled experiences, there are also distinct differences, too. It is beautiful how the sisters are intuitive, sensitive and thoughtful of each other as they share their past, build their relationship in the present and begin to navigate how they want to share their future.
Then, how T~ and I have loosely talked about adoption, I found the movie interesting in what it brings up in terms of the thoughts, worries, frustrations, blessings and world of an adoptee. Food for thought. Plus, I've always had some kind of gut feeling that maybe if I were to be a mom it would be to twins. I don't know why. Maybe it is a wish or a hope, but I feel there is some kind of connection, but not sure what exactly.
It is a very good story. I definitely recommend it.
Microblog Mondays
Friday, February 5, 2016
Setting the Tone
After much reflection and searching on Pintrest, I have found my new mantra or inspiration. It is from a motivational poster.
"Feels good to get some stuff done. Yay!" -- MaryKate McDevitt
Some good words for the procrastinator in me to remember the good feelings of accomplishment and relief when the task or job is done. I'm trying write more consistently in real-time on my blog. I was satisfied with the number of entries last year, but I'd like to get out of the habit of back dating them. :)
Thursday, January 21, 2016
January Resolutions
It's 2016!
When thinking about a new year, I take my time. Or sometimes, I let inspiration wash over me when it comes, which can sometimes be in late December. I guess my point is that I have a flexible time table when thinking about self improvement or inspiration to have a better year. Sometimes I try to set a goal and sometimes I set a theme.
For example, one year I found a quote that I really liked and kept it as a mantra to help me refocus. It was my self declared year of peace. It really was empowering and challenged me to let go of the little things or better prioritize my concerns while dealing with them in a more positive light.
Other times, it may have been a little more concrete, such as trying to write a certain number of posts each month. This was helpful when it felt to me that my blog had lost its focus or when I almost felt like I had run out of things to say, or at least IF related. It gave me permission to acknowledge (again) that my life was more than. Instead of waiting for an IF related post, the posts began to evolve into sometimes what goes on after IF, that life carries forward with other things to celebrate or observe or take notice. However, IF does continue to pop up from time to time, but it is different. I am different. I guess it kind of shows how IF may always be part of who you are, but the focus can shift.
So while in the past I have been trying to be mindful of trying to post regularly, I think I am going to try to do so more in the moment. I will sometimes go back and write backdated posts because historically, I want to capture the general time frame of when I had those thoughts, experiences or ah-ha moments. But, then I lose time in trying to keep up with other blogs that I enjoy more fully. While I will read in real-time or with binge reading, I do try to keep current in my reading. It may not show in my commenting, but I try.
So, I guess this year I should find a good quote about time.
When thinking about a new year, I take my time. Or sometimes, I let inspiration wash over me when it comes, which can sometimes be in late December. I guess my point is that I have a flexible time table when thinking about self improvement or inspiration to have a better year. Sometimes I try to set a goal and sometimes I set a theme.
For example, one year I found a quote that I really liked and kept it as a mantra to help me refocus. It was my self declared year of peace. It really was empowering and challenged me to let go of the little things or better prioritize my concerns while dealing with them in a more positive light.
Other times, it may have been a little more concrete, such as trying to write a certain number of posts each month. This was helpful when it felt to me that my blog had lost its focus or when I almost felt like I had run out of things to say, or at least IF related. It gave me permission to acknowledge (again) that my life was more than. Instead of waiting for an IF related post, the posts began to evolve into sometimes what goes on after IF, that life carries forward with other things to celebrate or observe or take notice. However, IF does continue to pop up from time to time, but it is different. I am different. I guess it kind of shows how IF may always be part of who you are, but the focus can shift.
So while in the past I have been trying to be mindful of trying to post regularly, I think I am going to try to do so more in the moment. I will sometimes go back and write backdated posts because historically, I want to capture the general time frame of when I had those thoughts, experiences or ah-ha moments. But, then I lose time in trying to keep up with other blogs that I enjoy more fully. While I will read in real-time or with binge reading, I do try to keep current in my reading. It may not show in my commenting, but I try.
So, I guess this year I should find a good quote about time.
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