Happy Sunday to all

ITS sunday!

Happy Sunday to All!

Watching Muppet Christmas Carol…. Alone again.  my son is walking through the house and trying to sneak chocolate and sister is following up along.  I have a bet with my fiance right now.  He is going to his mom’s house, says he will be back in 30 mins.  mmmm I don’t think this to be true, no I don’t… So i made him a bet …. And I know i will win.

On a side note,  watched jack and the giant slayer last night,  and it was actually pretty good.  it  was no oscar but it was still entertaining.  I think critics forget that the point of a movie is to be entertained not if it is oscar worthy.  the point is to take us away from everything for an hour or two and just entertain.  it did its job, I liked it.

 

Day 2 of the 30 day workout / challenge

DAY 2 – my 30 day work out / challenge

well this morning started out rough,  I didn’t want to get up, but regardless I did.

As I woke up late and was tired, I only did the work out.  No warm up or cool down,  just got up and did my abs ( 8 crunches, 8 leg raises and one 12 second planks) than on to my arms ( 8 shity/half ass push ups, 8 dips, 15 biceps, 15 seconds of punches) and that was that this morning.

after work and picking up the kids, we ( and by we, I mean the kids in the stroller) walked home from the day care.  Yep at 2.6 mile walk.

But the down fall of today….. I was so busy at work, I forgot to eat.  which in case you guessed it, means when I got home I stuffed my face.  I eat a chicken sandwich, a small thing ( microwave able) mac and cheese,  and a bowl of cereal.  Yep I shoved all this into my mouth within an hour.

and for my evening work out….. well since I didn’t do my warm up  or cool down this morning and I shoved a crap load of fat, carbs and calories down my throat, I decided to do my warm up , with a small about of cardo ( with help from Jillian Michaels) with my evening work out.

nerveless, I followed my work out plan and did my day 2 of my plank challenge.  ( with each plank I was thinking, goodbye belly,  goodbye fat, over and over in my head)

I am tired now and off to bed.  I am hoping tomorrow I will get up in time to do the full work out with the warm up and cool down.

Picture of the day- bringing it back home

chrismas in az

 

Picture of the day – Christmas in AZ

bringing it back to home to the valley of the sun.

See while everyone else decorate trees,  we take the hard task of decorating out cactuses.  Yep,  its dangerous but beautiful.

While everyone else in our country is dealing with extreme colds,  and snow.  Well we still have sun.  Nothing like it being in the 60’s and 50’s in December.

hope you enjoy the picture…. Happy Holiday’s and Merry Christmas from Phoenix/Glendale AZ

 

Half way through my Saturday – getting ready for cooking

It’s 11:30am,  I am cleaning my house, as obviously even though I am getting back into the swing of things at work, my family already got into the grove of me being gone and has left my house a disaster.  So i am cleaning and cleaning and cleaning.

Once I am done we are going to do a quick walk through of the choices of recipes and then off to the store to buy the ingredients that we need.

I am trying to do something easy, healthy ( non fat, good for you food) ,  new, different and never tried,  but more importantly something I have to make from scratch.

Again before I can do any of that I need to clean my house………. but first lunch,  broccoli and cheese.mmmmmmm

going to try something new …

Going to try something new this weekend…. I am going to cook, well cook something from scratch.  I have been trying to find recipes on-line,  healthy recipes to go with my weight loss and healthy eating.  I don’t want to be gaining all the weight that I just lost.

I will be cooking on Saturday, with the help of my children ( hopefully) and my (soon to be) stepson.  I am going to try to make this a fun family time thing.

I say from scratch as i know how to cook basic things,  but I can’t cook from scratch.

A few choices from this meal are ( from my understanding these are healthy recipes

Healthified Pumpkin Bread

Healthified Homemade Pizza

Healthified Tex-Mex Chicken Skillet

Healthified Seared Tilapia with Lemon-Tarragon Sauce

Healthified Creamy Peach-Berry Dessert

Healthified Greek Chicken Pizza

(recipes are from http://www.livebetteramerica.com/food-recipes/healthy-recipes/healthified-recipes/healthified%20recipes)

I am open to any ideas that you may have on a from scratch (healthy)recipe,

Goals – for a new month… week 1 of Nov

Goals for the week

as it is the first week of this month,  November, I am setting my self some goals.  well I am setting weekly goals in general.

so for this week,

I will finish up with my child care stuff

I will keep up with the 1 soda a day thing – no I am not cutting it out completely yet,  It will take some time.  Caffeine is an addiction and it takes time

I will stay happy and not let the stress of it all get to me.  I know this week will be tough,  between the new job and the kids ( I will miss my kids after 3 1/2 months at home with them) , I know it will take its toll but I will need to be strong and take each day at a time.

I will start looking at each day as a blessing

I will start making plans for my future. and get caught up on my bills.  I will figure out some way to become current so I don’t lose my house and everything I worked so hard for.

I will walk a mile each day

I will not eat fast food ( I ate fast food twice last week,  not proud of it but I did)

I will keep my calories controlled and do my best to stay on a good eating regiment

I will finish the laundry up and dishes ( by Sunday)

and last but not least , the most important , I will keep focus on my goals in order to achieve each goal.

 

update on job

As I was doing my daily “stay at home mom” stuff,  my cell rang ( I didn’t hear it) and a voice mail was left.  I didn’t even notice as I didn’t expect a call from anyone today, and My family knows to call me on the house phone during the day ( as I have minutes on my cell).

Around 2pm I checked my phone, and then the voice mail.  My possible new job called…. they wanted to move up the orientation from Monday to tomorrow at 10am , Thursday Oct 31st.

I tried to call back to confirm but no one picked up,  I left a messages and will call back first thing at 8am.

So It looks like this is all happening… I can’t believe it.  I am so nervous…. I am preparing everything right now so all I have to do is get up, take a  shower, get dressed ( do make up and hair) and go.  due to the orientation being is mesa,  I will have to leave my house at 830 to get there on time due to rush hour.  so glad I don’t have to go all the way out there every day. …. the actual job is located a lot closer and I can take 1 city bus to get there.  which is great.

adoption blog part 5

This week I want to do something a little different, as you may be aware by now, I jump around (a lot). I can’t help this; this is how my mind works.

I thought this week I would share where I am in my life with my adoption

My adoption has been over 12 1/2 years.  It’s not something that I have ever concealed, as I stated prior. I see my child (we will call her “N”) and her family at least once a year and talk on the phone to either her or her mom (we will call “M”).

In the 12 1/2 since my adoption of my daughter our adoption has changed considerable since the beginning.  There was no clear idea of what the openness of our adoption would be so at first it was just letters and photos. By the time “N” was one, “M” and I were in contacted with each other and decided to do a meeting, face to face.  It was the first time I would have seen “N” since leaving the hospital and 2nd time seeing her parents altogether (I only met them once before and that’s during the adoption stage)

I went up after “N’s” 1st birthday; my father took me up and came with me.   It was strange to see “N”, it was bizarre to hold her, she didn’t seem to be the same child, she seem better.  She was an angel. I remember being scared and afraid that she wouldn’t like me or wouldn’t want I near her.   But that isn’t what happened.  She came up to me, we played together, and she let me hold her.  It was like she already knew me.  I can’t explain it but it felt like she already knew me.  “M” told me after that that was the first time he ever did that.  She said that “N” wouldn’t let anyone hold her expect for immediate family, she didn’t like strangers and didn’t really like close friends hold her. “M” was astonished that she would walk straight up to me and had no problem being around me.

She later said (that she thinks) that there is a biological bond between us or something like that. “M” has always encouraged our relationship and has always been happy about it.  She says this is what she always wanted with her oldest child’s mom, but never could due to it being a closed adoption.

Her mother: “M” is a wonderful person, knowing her and knowing them as a family has helped me heal and cope with the adoption.  I never fear for my child, I know that she has an incredible life; one that I could never had been able to provide her. (And when I say that I don’t mean incredible due to material objects, but I mean with the warmth and Love they provide to her as a family)

I know that some people may say all you need is love, but the reality is that love doesn’t pay rent, electric, water, child care and food.  And state assistance only goes so far.  I don’t know that I would have been able to do it. But I do know that she deserved better than that. (I don’t believe that I child should suffer for their parents errors or lives)

Knowing them has made my process easy and has allowed me to be able to move on.  I don’t know if I would have survived if it wasn’t for them.  I know that I couldn’t do a closed adoption.  I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself not knowing and always wondering. I couldn’t just let her go and I still can’t, I love her too much to just let go.

Knowing them has made me improved me as a person and enhanced my life.  “M” is a remarkable person and extraordinary mother, I wish I was blessed enough to have such a mother.  There are very few people I look up to in this world, the list is very small and at the time of my life the top of that list is my stepmother (soon to be divorced from my dad) and the other is “M”.

I can’t stress enough that I am happy with my choice and don’t regret it.  I believe that everything happens for a reason, and this child was meant to for to be, even if she wasn’t meant for me.

New blog : Adoption stories

I started a new blog today.  Its for adoption stories.  The goal is to gather stories about adoptions ( from all views points for all types of adoptions)

I want to be able to gather as many stories as possible.  to be able to create a conversation regarding adoption , different types of adoptions and those involved in adoptions.

I am not sure if this blog will be successful but I am hoping that if people participate  in it,  It might help people who are still coping with the effects of adoption.

I want to put our stories out there,  stories about adoption from our point of view.

 

Thank you

 

Friday delay

Today’s posts (Friday)  are a little delay but for several good reasons.

the main reason,  the job today,  between the running around and interview today, we didn’t get home until after 3 pm ( after leaving at 9:30am)

after that, we dealt with some more family drama and I am calling for a mass family intervention to hopefully fix stupidity ( we’ll see how many supports i have)

Than It was off to Trunk of Treat at the local ( down the street) church.  we were there from 6 to 7 pm,  and my son loved it. It was a mini pre Halloween. The church showed Charlie Brown Halloween special, and then we went trunk or treat.  next time we will be there earlier!

and then came my first time to do a girls night,  in short first girl night since before my son was born ( so over 3 years ago).  Tonight i went to my first Bonko party.  It was great, had so much fun! i want to do it again,  i hope I get invited again,  I didn’t get home until after 11pm.  It was a crazy (for mom) night.

today was a great day and hopefully this is a sign of good things to come.

Day 3 and 4 of Week 1 revamp weight loss and health challenge.

Oh my weight and health challenge, is well difficult in every way possible.  Have two kids and chancing after them, blows most goals out of the water,  most of the time I forget to eat, and than when I am eating I am rushing or sharing my food.

I missed breakfast both days (Wednesday and Thursday) and my snacks both days ( my kids didn’t miss though, I can at least get them fed) .  I did eat lunch but after 1 pm,  I shoved a chicken breast sandwich on Wednesday and on Thursday I made me my son’s Mickey mouse chicken nuggets ( 7 ) down my throat. I don’t even remember tasting either of them but i know I shared both with my kids,

do to all the running around and family drama I haven’t really exercised,  I did walk both days for 30 mins plus, but that only prevents weight from packing on.

for dinner I had chicken breast. again with mashed potatoes ( again shared with my kids, as my plate belongs to them too, even though a plate was made for them) and today Thursday -If you guess chicken again, you are right,  this time with french fries ( and yes shared with kids again)

I know tomorrow is going to be rough,  I have a job interview at 10am, than off to the AZ job program for another interview ( this time its a job fair) and a meeting with the job counselor.  after that my fiance has a doctor’s appointment and then we get to go home and I get to get ready for bonko ( first time going)

So no plans for tomorrow,  But I will let you know if things change, I wish I had someone to help manage my time and help me complete this part of my life I wish I was Oprah ( without all the responsibilities)  and had a life coach to help me along.  That’s what I need a life coach.

 

stay at home mom blues

Now that I am a “stay at home mom” (looking for a job) I find that my pretty went away, it seems to be on vacation.

I don’t get up in a rush, my days no longer consist of getting up, and getting dressed up.  I deal with dirty diapers, spills, messes, and accidents.  I take a shower when I get a chance, usually after my children are already cleaned up and when I am done, I put on sweats, and a t-shirt.  I might not even really brush my hair, as it’s just going to go up in pony anyway. I don’t even got to the bathroom by myself anymore, it feels more like a family event.

My time is spent cleaning up and dressing up my kids, as if I am their personal servant, which I think I am.  It’s like “Cinderella, minus the evil step mom and stepsister.  I do get hugs and kisses but I also get fits and throwing.  In addition, I will tell you for being 2 years old my son has one hell of an aim, and sad to say that aim happens to be my head or his sisters) I would love to dress up and make myself pretty, but I just don’t have the energy to start.

I have the mama blues,

Thursday morning

Today is calm so far.

My little lady is standing a bunch today.  She is 1 years old and refuses to walk.  She is a cautious child.  but she is also really small, ( I swear she still looks like she can pass for a 9 month old,  she is also still able to 9 month cloths ) I know is wanting to walk but she still isn’t steady.  I think she might have another month or 2 before she can actually walk.

My duder (my son, this is one of his nicknames) walked up to her and pushed her down when she was standing, he still has a little bit of problems with her, but regardless we know he loves her and even though he will probably never admit it, he can’t be without her.

If she is sleeping in the other room, he doesn’t like it and will ask repeatedly “sissy up yet” or “let’s get sissy”.  He will even sneak into the room and wake her up.  We also can’t do anything without it being the two of them; he doesn’t like her not being right there, even if it is to push her down.

My son also took it upon himself to answer the phone today, it was cute.  He ran over to the land-line, jumped up, grabbed the phone (on the 2nd try), picked it up, and said “Hello” and then he was silent, and as it turns out listening to a recorded message.  Nevertheless, he felt like one big boy.

Even though at times I get bored over her, staying home all day, with nothing really to do, my children do make it fun, they give me a good laugh.  And even though I really want adult interaction, I find their company to be better than that of my former coworkers.

I can honestly still say that even though I am stressed and want a job really badly, it’s not bad enough to want to go back there.  (Don’t get me wrong, its wasn’t the job I had problems with it was a couple of the coworkers)

Adoption blog – part 2

Adoption is a funny thing, its causes so much pain to one and at the same time provides so much happiness to another.  It’s hard to describe and the only people who truly understand it are those that have been through it.  We are a small club, but in that club, we are all so different and so are our stories.

I am part of that club; I am birth mother, to an amazing daughter of an open adoption.  I am not ashamed of this, in fact, I am proud of it, but finding understanding and acceptance in from people not part of this club is difficult.  I consider myself lucky, lucky to have found a wonderful extended family for my child that was open to the idea of an Open Adoption.

I know that others are not as lucky as I am, not every birth parent has my experience, and the idea of adoption from the viewpoint of the birth parent is usually shown in a negative way.  It is presumed that once the child is born and the papers are sign that we are just to move on as if nothing happened, as if we can just pick up where we left off 9 months prior.  To pretend as if this was all dream, and we are made to feel like we have done something wrong.

So many birth parents follow this rule, and I believe that with them keeping quiet and refusing to talk about it has prevented them from healing.  I refused to follow the golden rules and ideas that were presented to me on how a birth parent in an adoption is supposed to act like.  I did not keep quiet, and pretend as if nothing happened.  And, how could I?  I had all the emotional and physical scars as proof that it happened.  I spoke up and told everyone about my child and my choice.  I was not ashamed of my choice and refused to be made to feel as if I should be.  I did not keep quiet about it and go into the shadows a fade away like the memory of a deep dream as suggested to me.  Neither did her parents, together we defined our own idea of what adoption is and what open can mean.

I started blogging about my adoption, as I wanted to show a viewpoint from birth parent that does not end in regret or despair.  A story in which shows what good can come from an open adoption, not only for the child in question, but also for the healing process for both the child and biological parent.  My open adoption has allowed me to heal, to find peace and forgiveness; this is the same for my child and her family.

My experience is unique and is its own, and I know that there are people out there that are facing the same situation and choices every day, as I once did.  I wanted to show that yes, even though adoption is hard and sucks, good things can happen too.  I also wanted to show that birth parent don’t have to keep quiet, and stay in the dark.  By talking about the experience(s), that we have been through can help the difficult and sometimes long healing process.

Adoption part 5 – choosing a family part 1

Adoption part 5 – choosing a family part 1

Week 5 of adoption talks, and as you can tell by now, I choose what I want to talk about.  My topics are based on what I can talk about, or what is the easiest at the time.  It can take me about a week to pick a topic and write about it.  This week I wanted to about the family and the reason I choose them.  There will be several parts to this,  dealing with the types of choices I was offered , from open to close , to the type of family, ( from their looks, background and other children) This part of the adoption was the hardest and it made it real for me.  It was the first actual step in my adoption process. And I felt the pressure of picking the perfect family,  and I took this very seriously and put a lot of thought into it.

For my adoption, I went through Catholic Social services ( I was referred to them by my employer at the time) I started counseling through them ( which was done weekly)  we would talk about everything from what was happening that day to how I felt.  I think the goal was to insure that this is what I wanted and that I wouldn’t back out at the end ( I know it sounds bad in that sense but it was more like to confirm that this is what I wanted,  and if I wanted to keep the child they would still help in any way they could)

During our talks, we started to discuss what type of adoption I wanted and did I have any thought on the type of family.  To be honest at that time I didn’t have a thought process at the time, nor did I know that you could have options.  My counselor talked them through with me and gave me about 20 or so packets of parents to choose from.  Since I didn’t know what I wanted she gave me a little of each.

I went back to work with the packets and started going through with them and started making a pro and cons list.  At that time I worked with my mother (yes this is how I got the job, not ashamed in saying that) I decided that I wanted to do an open adoption so we separated the packets from open to close.  And read through all the open ones.  I was surprised how many different Idea of what adoption there were.  Some only wanted photo others were okay with meetings, somewhere find for the 1st years, and then a nothing after.  Others wanted the full on open, birthdays, and holidays.  To be honest it seemed weird at that time to have such openness but it also seemed somewhat cruel to say, here’s some pics and be with you.  Either way I didn’t know what I wanted or what I could handle.  I didn’t want to interfere but I didn’t want to be left in the dark and I thought that it seemed odd to make such extreme conditions without actually talking it through with each other or meeting the person.

I guess it’s similar to an employer looking at job resumes ,  I was searching for the perfect candidate and the hard part was even though I knew what job was up I just didn’t know what type of person / family I wanted to fill it.

adoption blogs

I joined several Adoption blogs, and to be honest,  they are hard to read.  there are times when I just lose it,  where it takes me back to that place ( and opens it all up again) and other times I want to share but i am scared to, as I don’t want to be judgmental in doing so.  other times i just get angry.  And I know it may be wrong but I do.

I want to tell parents thinking about adoption to think with their minds not their hearts.  Children are not owned, they are not a piece of property.  they are humans that have rights to be considered.  I want to tell them to remember that these children will have questions one day and they have the right to ask these question and to get the answer.

regardless if is an open adoption or closed, these children have the right to know who and where they come from.  the have the right to know why,  all they want to know one day is if they were loved.  they will want to know who they look like and who they take after.  And they have the right to know.

I want to suggest to people who chose a closed adoption to get these answers. and to get as much information as possible.  It isn’t always about physical health, or if there are psychological problems,  it’s about the heart too.

we all ask these questions growing up,  and for most we can look in the mirror and say yep i got my moms nose or by dad’s chin,  these kids they have these same questions and want to know.

I want to tell these adoptive parents and birth parents to keep this in mind when making the choice to do an adoption.  if this choice is out there.  but i am afraid to,  afraid to come off inappropriately.

I want to tell adoptive parents to remember that the birth parents are just as scared and in just as much pain as they are,  and when I child is given up a piece of your heart and soul is given up too and you are left almost empty.

I want to tell birth parents who want a closed adoption that these kids will grow up wanting to know why and need to know that they were loved.  and to not turn your back on them if they come back.  it may be hard on you,  but they shouldn’t have to pay the price for our mistakes in life.  they should be greeted with open arms and open heart.

Other times i get extremely angry and I might be 100% wrong ( and i know i am judgmental, I wish i wasn’t but I am)  about my anger but I am angry.  I get angry when I read blogs in which my adoption ( in which I chose) is treated the same as some one who  had their children removed from them.  I don’t like the comparison.  I made the choice to put the well-being of my child above my own wants and needs while they put them self first and put their children’s needs and wants last,  or in some case put their children in danger.  I don’t think I should be compared to them.  It isn’t the same. I don’t and can’t feel sorry for someone who lost their child because they did wrong, stupid or put their child’s life in danger.

I joined I think to find others like me, who have been through the same things as I have. But I haven’t.  The birth mothers I have met seem to be more about themselves than the children.   On the other hand with the adoptive parents, they seem to be more open more accepting.

I feel like in these blogs I don’t even belong,  as if even though we went through similar things , I am not like them, I am not the same as them.  Somehow I am different.  On blogs that are to bring people together that been through the same things, I don’t belong.

i searched so long to find people like me, people who have been through the same things and now that I have found people who have been through the same thing, i find that we are nothing alike.

parenting 101 : don’t make excuses for others

There are many rules of parenting and yes, some rules only apply to others.  but in general the main parenting rules are common sense.

I just had an argument on Facebook with a fellow “friend” ( when i say friend I use it loosely) on Facebook.  regardless of who she is I had an argument with her.  and I don’t care if it made her angry.  and yes I think I am 100% right.

I learned a long time ago to take responsibility for my own actions,  and to stop blaming others for my mistakes or short comings.  I believe this philosophy is the same with parenting.  It is our jobs as parents to raise and teach our children,  not teachers.  Teachers  jobs are only to educate them with regards math, science and reading, but that doesn’t mean that we aren’t to help them there too.  Granted over the years teachers have had to try to make up for the lack of parenting of some of their students ( but that is a discussion for another day)

In short her post was in regard to the statement the sheriff in Florida released regarding the parents of the Bullies  who bullied a young girl while she was alive and even after she died .

“”I’m aggravated that the parents aren’t doing what parents should do,” the sheriff said. “Responsible parents take disciplinary action.”

As a parent I agree with the sheriff but I believe that the correct action needed to be  done before the child took her life,  correct parenting would have prevented the bullying in full or would have stopped it prior to the girl committing suicide.  My heart goes out to this young girl’s family, as this situation should have been prevented or stopped prior the tragic end of her life.

At the end of it all the parents of the bullies are just as guilty as those that did the bullying.  They were the parents and had control over all the devises these girls were using to harass this girl.  Facebook is a privilege and should be monitored at all times,  All post should be read as they are going out,  there are programs that can control this, same with the cell phones.  I understand that technology has advanced and is involved in every aspect of our lives but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be parents and that we shouldn’t be monitoring our children ( even if we trust them). remember,  growing up, no matter how much we loved our parents or how close we were to them there were things that we never told them, so we should never assume that our children are telling us everything.  We are not our children’s friends,  we are not here to make them happy or give them thing that we didn’t have.  We are here to raise them,  to prepare them for the world, and part of that is understand the effect that our child could have on others.  We are all connect to each other and out actions can have an effect on someone else lives and lets hope that affect is a positive one.

now regards to her post ( I have copied and pasted from Facebook) – 

Post 1) You fucktards TOOK AWAY OUR RIGHT TO DISCIPLINE OUR CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!! God that quote pisses me off to no end!!!! Kids are  ) running rampant, disrespectful, violent, and no regard for others! Why? Because people don’t know how to mind their own business and LET US DO OUR JOBS AS PARENTS

Post 2)  but the parents aren’t doing their JOB because of how screwed the system is now

Post 3 ) People are SCARED to do anything because of people calling the police and reporting to CPS. For no damn reason other than they have nothing better to do than to butt in to other peoples business. And that’s a fact.

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what got me angry is the part where it is assumed that parents rights to discipline have been taken away.  they haven’t,  Over the years parenting has changed and yes, so have views and Bad parenting habits are being reviewed and laws created to prevent abuse.  To assume that these parents were unable to discipline or punish their children is a cop-out.  the idea that parents are scared to discipline their children is untrue. if you are fearful of CPS than you are more than likely you doing something wrong and might need to rethink your parenting.  The idea that people / parents are afraid to discipline their children is a lie.  What are they afraid  of : Time outs? taking TV away? no video games? no playing with friends? or is it just the fact that they don’t want to parent or take care of their kids.

To give these parents an excuse, for not doing their job is unacceptable.  To try to justify the acting that have been done by using this excuse is a cop-out as a parent.

Parents right have not been taken away and to assume that if someone see something wrong that they shouldn’t do something is  irresponsible.  It is the responsibility of each of us to file complaints,  or get help for someone if we see them in trouble.  To stand around and watch something happen and do nothing makes you just as guilty as the party doing the action and makes us part of the problem not the solution.

There is no reason parents should be afraid of being a parent.  If there are People out there they feel this way, than they have no right to be a parent.

After 2 kids I can honestly say that this is the hardest thing I have ever done,  and yes I have fears everyday but not about disciplining my children .  I am not the best parent in the world but do the best I can do, and I am always looking for ways to improve myself and how to parent.  I am not afraid of my kids or disciplining them and i am not afraid of asking for help or advise.  I believe that this is what makes us better parents.

Adoption part 4

As I enter into week 4 or part 4 of my adoption, I am forced to try to write about my pregnancy and the birth father.  This is something that I really do not like to do.  As this is the time, when she was mine, and this is the reason why I knew I was not good for her.

I do not remember my pregnancy being hard, which is surprising as my last two sucked and I was miserable the entire time.  But with her, I don’t remember,  Or I choose to only look at it in a positive light as this was the only good thing happening in my life at that time.

I was in a horrible relationship and I was stuck.  I had nowhere to turn to and nowhere to go.  And to be honest I don’t think I wanted to leave, I was scared, that it was all for nothing.

I did not love the person I was with; I knew this and was honest about it.  I just did not know what to do.  I was angry with him and I think I wanted him to pay for what he did.  To take some sort of responsibility for it.  I was so angry and vengeful.

That anger has never left, I have never forgiven him, nor do I think I can.  I take responsibility for my action but he never cared, and to me I did not see how that is possible.  Why is it that she meant so little to him?

I still do not understand it until this day.  She is 12 years old and I have never let go, every moment she is in my head and heart and I think about her consistently but he never did.   There are pictures of her and her family in my house and on my walls.  I am in contact with them and a part of her life, but he has never once cared to even be involved.

He left the moment the papers where signed, he was cheating on me and I knew this but I did not want to believe it at that time.

The biggest thing I have ever regretted above all else, the one thing I wish I could change the most is my pregnancy.  I wish I left, I wish I had a place to go.  I wish I would have begged and pleaded with my dad to take me in.  But I was so ashamed that I had let this all happen, I let my pride get in the way of the well being of my child.

It is this that sticks in my head till this day,  it is this reason why I know giving her up was the right thing to do,  because if I couldn’t put my pride aside during my pregnancy, and put her first, than I had no right calling myself her mother.

This is the moment in which my life changed for me, the moment I realized this, this is the moment in which I tore out my own heart.  I was not good enough for her and I had no right to say that I could be.  A real parent, a real mother would put their child’s well being above of everything.  And I didn’t do this.

 

 

 

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picture of the day : Paris in rain

paris

 

I always wanted to travel.  I don’t really know where I want to go ,  I just want to be somewhere else.  I would love just to pack up my bags and just go … just go anywhere.  I wish I was brave enough just to go,  to be someones postcard in the mail.

I don’t mean like on a vacation,  I mean to actually travel, to be able to go anywhere and live anywhere.  Just to have that ability to back up and pick a new home.

I guess now I use the excuse that i have kids and no money,  but to be honest i have always had some sort of excuse.

I would love to see Paris , Ireland, England, just to escape to Europe.  i so wish I could just pack up and go,  I wish it was just that simple.

Some day I guess

32 and lost

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Yesterday was my 32nd birthday… and I am just as lost as I was in my 20’s and teens.  I am still awaiting for that moment to hit me when, BAM life starts.

this can’t be it.  This can’t be all there is to life.

I feel like I have accomplished nothing.  At least nothing I wanted, Nothing of real accomplishment.  Nothing that has, I guess, touched me inside.

I don’t consider having kids to be an accomplishment,  that is not of any of my real control.

If i break it down, this is how it goes,  I am 32 and out of work ( no job and no real job prospects) I have missed this month’s mortgage payment( so far) as of the 15th it is considered past due and by the end of the month (30 days) they can start foreclosure.  I am struggling just to keep the bills paid ( electric, water and food)

I feel like I have no control over my life, No control over anything.  I don’t know what to do at this point in my life.  I don’t know where to go from here.  I am lost. I am lost with nowhere to turn.

What do you do at this point.  the reality is that I was making over $2700 a month on my own,  and with this we were barely surviving,  Living paycheck to paycheck.  and I am now looking at job paying $10.00 an hour.  So, if I do get these job, at $10.00 and hour, I don’t even think i will be able to make the bills.  So either way, I don’t know, i feel like I am set up at this point to fail.

I don’t know where to go from here.  I don’t really want help, I just want a job,  I want to be able to support my family and I can’t.

I just want to scream it is so frustrating,  I just want a job, a direction,  I just want that feel something.  I don’t want to just wander through life anymore.  I want to experience it. I want to be inspired by it,  I want to live.

 

just one breath

Have you ever just wanted to scream at the top of your lungs,  and cry your eyes out.  Just hoping for a breath,  just to catch one breath.  To breathe the fresh air ,  the air that lets you know that you have reached the end.  but instead you are swallowing the dirt and the water,  just struggling to stay up,  to keep you head up.

My arms are getting tired, tired of trying to pull my self up.  I just want a moment a moment to catch my breath,  a moment to see the clear skies, a moment to know that i will be able to breathe and that there is hope.

I just want to breathe

not ignoring, just well not sure

So I have reached this point in the last week where I am at a loss.  One moment I am like yay! and the other well , down in a well.  Job searching sucks, and interviewing sucks.  I don’t even know at this point what is a good interview, and when its time to run.  I now go into almost all interviews with a positive outlook and leave disappointed no matter what happens.

My weight,  well lets not start there.  I am actually don’t even know where to start with it.  I know i have problems,  in the eating area that prevents me from really loosing weight.  I don’t know how to control any of my emotions so I can’t control my eating too.  I don’t know if I can ever control my eating especially with carbs.  this is my weakness.

Well my family, life has its moments, not my kids or fiance.  ( well not him directly) My fiance family is one of our problems ( but not with us   just with them)  and then there’s my family or lack of family.  Yes my family is huge by numbers but not close at all.  I come from a normal family,  both parents are divorced ( since i was 1) and remarried ,  but my dad and step-mom are in the middle of a divorce now. Oh and both set of my grandparents are divorced,  and the grandpa’s are remarried ( one is actually on his 4th wife I think) ,  with all of this , I have learned to put no value in marriage,  instead of caring about a piece of paper,  I care more about our actual relationship,  I don’t know if we will ever marry but I know that I don’t care.  it won’t change anything.

My daughter had her first birthday,  and out of my actual very large family and extended family of over 75 people only 2 people showed up,  3 if you count my dad who had to work late.  It’s not that they didn’t show up, and i can careless about a gift ( she doesn’t need anything)  it’s that she didn’t matter enough to be acknowledge on her birthday. that’s what bothered me.  It’s not about a party or presents,  it’s about love and being there for each other. My children have entered a time where there is a lack of family,  and it sadness me.  Growing up I was surrounded by my grandparents, great grandparents, aunts, uncles ( great aunts and uncles too) and cousins.  but all of that is gone now.  People die, divorce and start what they call their own families  and i guess with all that you are left with really nothing. i find myself now at almost 32 with no mother ( due to her remarriage, and i guess I am not part of that or good enough in her eyes to belong) , a father and stepmother who are going their own ways now, and aunts and uncles that now have grown children  and they are doing their own things too.

it leaves me to wonder what happened to family?  where did they go?

When times got tough and you needed advise with work, children, marriage or money you could turn to family.  Now you are left looking inward and wondering what to do and where to go and what happens next.  there is no one there to help guide you or give advice.  it feels like we are all left to deal with this on our own and we are all walking and bumping into each other with no real direction on where to go next and what to do.

Adoption part 2 – awareness of choice

This is my second post,  and it’s not what I originally wanted to post this week.  I changed my blog post yesterday ( Saturday evening) after an email I received from my Daughters mother.

***I little bit of a back story,  I gave my child up to a loving couple that already had a prior child from a prior adoption. I gave my child to them because they had another child that was adopted too.  I wanted her to grow up with someone just like her.  When I gave her up open adoption was still well new,  and Open had a lot of different meanings depending on the person/family.  Her sister was from a closed adoption, not by their choice but because this is what the birth mother wanted.  This blog is written because of this closed adoption***

Every day their daughter struggles with her adoption because she has no answers,  She wants to know why,  just one question, why.  It causes her a great deal of emotional pain.  It isn’t enough that her parents love her,  she needs to know.  and she has the right to now.  It broke  my heart while I read this email she sent me and sent me to my knees,  I would do anything to take her pain away.

No child should have to feel the way she feels, and no parent should have to watch helplessly as their child struggles with questions they can’t answer.

If I can tell anybody any thing about adoption it is this, Open is great and the best way to go about it.  That is in reference to an actual adoption,  not a state adoption where the child was abused or removed.  but an actual adoption where a person chooses to give their child up.

My goal in life is to encourage as many people as I can to be open to adoption as a whole and to be accepting of it.  But I also want to make people aware of open adoptions and how great they can be,  not for the birth parents but for the child.

The most important thing in any adoption should always be the well-being of the child,  not just for today but for the future.  I child , a baby is a human and they have rights, thoughts and feelings and this should always be the put above anything else.

I child has the right to know where, and who they came from ( who they look like, what their families where like). They have the right to know why they were given up.  No matter how bad they have this right and it should be like pulling teeth to find out.

to All future adoptive parents and birth parents,  when giving or adopting,  ask your self this:  if you where this child,  this baby what would you want to know?  Imagine how hard it can be to grow up and know that your birth parents didn’t want you, Please remember It doesn’t matter how much your real parents love you,  you still want these answers.

I know it can be hard,  but it isn’t about either set of parents, Its about the child.  please when doing an adoption, please think open.  There are many meanings of Open and it can be made to fit any families needs.