Treasure Hunt

I was quite certain I did not want the kids to go back to the site of our once beautiful home. There was no way their minds could comprehend what they were seeing, and it would only serve to magnify their fears. As a Mommy one of my responsibilities is to protect my little loves, and by God I was not going to let any more harm come to them, especially if I had control over the outcome. No, they were never ever going back there and if you challenge me on it, well, let’s just say, you don’t want to do that because this Momma bear is on steroids and I feel sorry for the person who dares to step in that direction.

Jimmy and I met with a therapist who deals with trauma. We wanted to make sure that as adults we were dealing with this in a healthy way; and that we weren’t taking a detour into crazy town. Let me give a shout out to the man upstairs who blessed us both with a pretty solid set of coping skills…~ HOLLA~

And then Jimmy brought up the kids, and taking them back to the site. Clever move on his part to bring it up while in the presence of; A. Another person and B. a professional who has much more insight into this type of thing then I do. And so that Husband of mine, brave man that he is, explained his position, not wavering despite my eyes burning a hole in the side of his head. It was therapeutic for us to go back, he said. He pointed out how once we got past the initial shock of what we were looking at it was actually, dare I say, fun to find little treasures buried within the debris. Since the kids had been asking to go back, he felt they would benefit in the same positive way.

The therapist concurred, and said that just as adults need closure children do too. He recommended we let them go back but to make it a positive thing, focusing on things that they recovered versus all that was lost. He said to make it a bit like an Easter egg hunt, where we plant items that are theirs for them to find. He said not to stay to long, and following the treasure hunt go and do something fun so that the experience is wrapped up in good memories.

 And so I conceded, and with reassurance from our therapist I was actually excited.

That night we snuck into the garage and found several items that belonged to each of the kids. Jimmy took them to the site and put them in easy to find areas. He kept them in an area which was safe for the kids to walk around in without fear of nails, glass and other dangerous debris.

The next day we loaded up and headed over. The entire drive over they were so excited they could hardly sit still. Once we pulled up their excitement only grew. They wanted their things. We approached the site, which is fenced off, and waited while Jimmy opened it. And then it was on. They found backpacks, books, hot wheels, clothes, and some other random items. Their joy was indescribable. Ahbie found a toy airplane we had given him when in Ethiopia. Oz found his sign he held up at his first ever Nuggets game. Elen found her dog that she used to roll around in her stroller. Chuna found her stuffed bunny, sister to the one recovered earlier and safe at home.

And being the angels that they are they started finding things for Jimmy and I. Ahbie saw Christmas lights and I thought he was going to burst with joy. This was exactly what they needed. There were no tears, they were not afraid, there were only squeals of delight as little treasure after treasure were discovered.

After thirty minutes we decided it was time to go. We picked up the girls’ best friend who lived two doors down from us and had lunch at a favorite restaurant of theirs. We ended the day with a Colorado Rapids game.

It was amazing, and I thank God for bringing people into my life to show me that if I keep my mind open he will work his magic in ways I never could have imagined.

This will be a long road, but one I am looking forward to walking. One foot in front of the other….Baby steps….

Afraid Of The Dark

There are a lot of things that have scared me over the years, but none so much as what happened on October 12, 2012. At some point I will be able to write about the actual event, but right now, just the thought of writing out the words nearly throws me into a panic. I can talk about it, but to write it seems to evoke an entirely different set of emotions, none of which I am prepared to walk through.

Instead,  I will write about one of the interesting shifts in my mind that has occurred.

I am afraid of the dark. I have never been, as a matter of routine, afraid of the dark. Sure, after watching a scary movie I would find myself sprinting up the stairs to avoid the imaginary boogey man lurking behind me. Or I would inch ever closer to the safety of Jimmy’s arms if I woke from a nightmare in the middle of the night. But that is normal, and I never felt like I should feel any other way.

What I am experiencing now is entirely different, and for me, not normal.

I’m not sure what it is about the night that plays such tricks on my mind but I have come to see the setting of the sun as my enemy and a time to dread. I can feel my anxiety kick in, I become irritable, I start doing busy work to occupy my thoughts, and then I get angry that night has to come at all. I don’t like feeling this way and for right now I don’t have a choice. It has become something I have to work through and accept as my new reality for right now. It is as if someone else is controlling my thoughts and emotions, and to a control freak such as me that is the worst possible state of mind.

 It is a strange dynamic I am dealing with now. You see, the girls also are afraid of the dark. So while this means I can keep lights under the guise of doing it to calm their fears, it also means that when I am equally afraid I must not let them know. How can they feel better or safe if they see Mommy is as scared as they are? It’s hard to play dual roles this way, but entirely necessary if I am going to help them heal and feel safe again. It’s a fine line trying to figure out how to navigate through this nightmare. How much is too much when it comes to disclosure to the kids? I want them to know that feeling afraid is perfectly normal and appropriate. So I tell them that I don’t like night time right now either. But I don’t take it much past that because I want them to feel like with me they are safe. What to do, what to do….

I take comfort in knowing that this is only temporary and that one day life will be right side up again. Getting there however, and walking through this experience is enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness. This process can’t be rushed unfortunately, so I will cling to my babies as tightly as they cling to me and together we will ride out this storm.

Here’s to better days ahead, filled with delight and sunshine, and no longer upside down.

I'm Going To Start It

A few weeks ago during our bedtime routine Chuna didn't get something she wanted. As a result she started to make her way down the path of meltdown USA. It had been a long day and I was in no mood for what was about to head our way. I looked at Chuna square in the eyes and said "Chuna, don't start it" and miraculously she stopped, and then had a small hint of a smile which confirmed for me that she was "faking it" for lack of a better term.

Fast forward to one week ago. We were once again in the middle of our bedtime routine when Chuna looked at me and said "Mom I'm going to start it". It took me a second to catch on to what she was saying, but once I did I burst out laughing. I told her "Oh really? You're going to start it are you?" she laughed and said "Yup I'm going to start it, see" and then she licked her finger and wiped it under her eyes, as if to simulate tears, and then went into a fake cry...It was hilarious.

Then three nights ago, after a particularly rough day Chuna told me she was going to "start it" because she couldn't fall asleep. I said "oh no you're not, there is no "starting it" tonight. Instead I want you to say "I Love Me" and repeat it until you fall asleep".
I have no idea where this came from, I was desparate for a peaceful bedtime and it was the first thing out of my mouth.

She said it, again and again...I Love Me...I Love Me....Then she closed her eyes and said it some more...I Love Me...I Love Me..I Lov.....until she fell asleep.

I thought "holy cow it actually worked"

Three nights later and it is as if she can't wait to get into bed because no sooner have we finished with our bedtime prayers, our goodnights, our I am So Beautiful routine she immediately goes into "I Love Me" and is asleep within 5 minutes. And she smiles the entire time...

Friends, when you parent little angels who are hurt, the days and nights can be so, so very hard. You can feel overwhelmed, unsure of your parenting ability, frustrated and angry, and defeated.
But then you see something so beautiful, such as your precious baby taking joy in her own heartfelt affirmations and it makes it all so worth it.

I am so incredibly blessed.....
 

The Benefit of Being Older

I have three bio kids...My Sons, Donovan and Ryan, who rank as the oldest and youngest respectively, were as drama free as any two children can be. Thank you boys I will be eternally grateful.

 

My daughter Kennedy, now 3 weeks shy of 18, managed to make up for all of their easygoing nature, and then some. Somehow, someway she knew exactly when and where to push every possible button known to man. Oh this girl was defiant, in only the biggest sense of that word, and in the interest of full disclosure I have to say that it is only through Gods good grace that her and I made it out alive...God, I owe you big....

After going through two adoptions, Oz and Ahbie who came home in June 2011, and now Chuna and Elen who came home in May 2012 I can see that life is going to be a repeat of my biological mommy experience.

 

Oz and Ahbie, who were 10 and 6 when they came home were and continue to be the most well behaved, well mannered, respectful children I have ever seen. We have never even so much as raised our voices with them.

 

My beautiful girls however are very much the opposite. Not so much Chuna who is 6 (well probably 8 but anyone who had adopted from Ethiopia knows what I mean) but my little Ellie Bellie (4 but probably 6) is Kennedy's twin magnified by 10 trillion...She can, with just a look in her pretty little eyes, say a thousand words, and each one of them begins and ends with "and what are you going to do about it, yeah that's what I thought"

 OH MY LORD!!!!!! Never have I practiced so many deep breathing exercises so many times in one day, every single day. Never....Did I say NEVER????

 

I feel lucky to have prior parenting experience with bio kids, because if I didn't I can see where I would spiral into the mindset of "OMG she is a traumatized child and I must do all I can to not make it any worse"...This is not to say their are not legitimate issues she is dealing with based on her story, rather that I can peg, with complete confidence and zero guilt, the trauma behaviors, versus the I am Kennedy magnified by 10 trillion and will, until I pass the age of 16 push every button you never even knew you had behaviors....

 

This scares me a lot because I have been down this road before, and it is HARD. 

 

Being a little older (cringe) and wiser(yippee) I have a different perspective then I did some 18 years ago, and I thank God for this.

Let me preface my next paragraph with this: I am not speaking for the parents who are in the midst of crisis with true, deep rooted, traumatized children who need every last bit of help and support they can garner. My hats off to you, and the difficult heart wrenching situation you find yourself in as you open your eyes each and every morning. You are miracle workers and your determination will pay of one day.

I am speaking only from my experience with my children.

We are not perfect parents. We don't have perfect children. We will get angry. We will raise our voice. We will (gasp) swear in front of them (and then be called on it by them). We will feel guilt. We will question and second guess ourselves. We will read books from one end of the spectrum to the other and walk away more confused and full of self doubt than before. We will all do these things because that is what parents do. And children will try their best to push us over the edge because that's what children do. But in the midst of it all, don't lose site of your gut instinct, your common sense, your mommy/daddy intuition, and to heck with what the books and the so-called experts say. Forget the latest societal trends, because that's all they are are trends and in only a short time from now they will be debunked and replaced with new trends. Don't allow yourself to become bogged down in in your own self criticism. Parenting is hard...It is the hardest job on this planet and the last thing we need to do is make it harder on ourselves by living up to standards that are, quite frankly, unrealistic and only exist in the heads of Authors who have never walked in your shoes.

Instead try closing out the worlds noise, opinions, thoughts, and judgements and consistently do this instead:
 
Love your children unconditionally. Discipline as necessary. Teach them to be compassionate and to put others first, always. Teach them to accept everyone, no matter their differences. Encourage them to follow their dreams, even if we do not agree with them. Accept them for who they are, and love them no matter what. Set clear boundaries and give them something to count on, even if they don't realize or appreciate it. Teach them about God, a Higher Power, Buddha, or whatever you have chosen to put your faith in. Teach them to never give up, no matter how badly they want to. Teach them to do things right the first time and to take pride in their work. Give them chores, it builds self worth. Teach them to save and budget their money, from tooth fairy money up to their first job paychecks. And finally teach them to love themselves unconditionally and to accept who they are.

And while your at it, gift yourself these very same things, you deserve it.

 

 

To God With Love

I heard you, thank you....With my heart overflowing with love - today I planted a seed...

Filling Up Little Hearts

The dynamic from which my girls were raised is complex. As a result there is constant competition as it relates to Mommy.

In the beginning it was ever-present and it was exhausting. If one gave me a kiss, the other would give me two. If we were on opposite ends of the room and one saw me sit down, she would make her way to me, and if the other saw what was happening, she too would make her way over and then it would become a race to see who could get next to me first.

Navigating this type of behavior is difficult for a multitude of reasons some of which include:

The heartbreak of seeing broken spirits. You want so much for them both to know that they are loved equally and unconditionally, whether they give me one kiss or two, whether they are right next to me or one person away.

It is time consuming and many intentional hours are spent rewiring their little minds to a new dynamic, different from what they have grown up with.  That is hard work, emotionally and physically.

It is exhausting for me...When you have to be on high alert all of the time, on constant lookout for anything that could possibly be construed in their little eyes as favoritism of the other, feeling second best to the other, etc. it drains you.

Thankfully they are both responding very well to the approach I have taken. Instead of having incidents 50 times a day, we have them 30. Still draining, but, where there is forward progress, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Seeing the strides they have made actually gives me the added energy I need to see this phase trough.

To help rebuild and make their little hearts whole I have implemented a new bedtime ritual. I mainly did this for Chuna, as she is the one most in need of reassurance, but Elen has fun with it as well.

After we say our good nights, and our prayers I sit with each girl and they have to repeat the following:

"I am so beautiful"
"I am so special"
"I am so wonderful"
"I am so smart"
"I am so strong"
"I am so brave"
"My mommy loves me so so much"
"My daddy loves me so so much"
"Jesus loves me so so much"
"This is my house"
"This is my room"
"This is my bed"
"This is my mommy"
"I am so beautiful"
"I am so loved"

At first Chuna would barely say these above a whisper. She was embarrassed, and the words seemed to feel very foreign to her. Not because of the language, but because saying she was beautiful was hard for her. As I said, the dynamic is a complex one, sadly.

Now, each night, I no longer have to prompt her, she immediately goes into it after good nights and prayers. And at the end of it she always, always wraps her arms around my neck, with a fierceness that is equally heartbreaking and exhilarating, and tells me "thank you mommy, I love you so so much"

And just tonight Elen added a new one, she says "I love my Mommy". I was so proud of her for having the courage to tell me her idea, she struggles in this area a bit, and it was such a blessing to see that in a moment where she should be on the receiving end, she wants to give back. 

 They are healing by leaps and bounds, by the grace of our beautiful God. I love them so much.....

Nailing Jello To A Tree

I don't know what is wrong with me. I want to write, I really want to write. But I haven't a clue where to start, or how to start. I want to implement a schedule in my home, I want to feel grounded, not like every second I am flying my the seat of my pants.

Each night before I fall asleep I play out how I want the coming day to unfold. I structure it and manipulate it into something that will include everyone and everything.  I go to sleep thinking about this, excited for the sun to rise, and then it does, and I feel pulled under before I have pulled of the covers. All of my plans forgotten, pushed, no shoved aside, by the new days demands. And before I know it I am in bed again, planning how I want the next day to unfold.

I don't know how to press on and make the intentional changes that need to be made. I am tired, and fatigue is the enemy when you want to implement something new. I find myself frustrated with my lack of commitment to beginning anew. And then frustrated with my frustration because I feel like I am on a hamster wheel and how can I commit when everything is flying by faster then I can process it.

I set goals, and they are forgotten within 10 minutes of setting them. I write down reminders, and then forget I wrote them down, so I write reminders of reminders and forget them all. Trying to organize my life right now feels like trying to nail jello to a tree.

I feel like a hoarder, and my hoard are my thoughts. There are so many, at the same time, I find it impossible to know where to begin, much less how to organize them. Which ones do I get rid of?
It is overwhelming so I shut them out and close the metaphorical door. But of course, as with a hoarder of stuff, you can only function that way for so long before you can no longer ignore what is right there 24/7....

My saving grace is that I have a Husband who is so good at doing what I can't. I have two teenagers who manage to do the right thing and make responsible decisions, and I have four littles who couldn't possibly be any more perfect.

I need someone who can step in and organize my thoughts, someone to get me back on track.

Does such a person exist, I have no clue, perhaps I should spend a few more hours on the computer googling this, thus keeping that metaphorical door closed for just a little bit longer.




 

Good Is Real Too

We started on this adventure two years ago, the adventure of adding beautiful treasures to our family through adoption. In that time I have heard more stories then I can remember about families who, as a result of adding treasure to their families, are now living life upside down, with children who have been diagnosed with RAD (the most common these days, it seems), along with multiple other diagnoses that one doesn't think they will have to contend with when starting their journey.

As I read each each story, or listen to friends talk about their experiences I feel my heart breaking for them, and for their entire family.

I simultaneously feel like I am slowly wilting, hoping to be unseen, praying that I don't get asked any questions as to how we are doing with four Ethiopian babes being added in the last two years. And then it comes, the question I dread anymore, "So, how are you doing"

Ugh...OK....Deep breath....Here it goes...."We are doing great, actually, truth be told, we are doing better than great" and then I wait for the accusatory glint in the eye that says "oh come on, you can be honest, you don't have to sugar coat" and I pretend I don't see it, and I pretend I don't hear the doubt in their voice as they say "Really? hmm, well that's great!" And then the guilt kicks in, and the regret for being honest, and the feeling that somehow I should have a story to tell of trauma, and an upside down life, or something bad that than allows me to be a "real" adoptive parent.

I have been experiencing this since the boys came home in June 2011...But I was able to brush it off easily. Then the girls came home in May 2012, four weeks ago today, and I have found I can no longer ignore the "implication" of having a great adoption experience x 2....

It happened when I read a comment on a blog in which the writer said that they have no interest in reading the sunshine and rainbow blogs of adoptive families, but rather the ones that are "real" because they talk about the "real" issues associated with adoption.....

This wasn't directed at me, I know this. But it corresponded with everything I have been experiencing and it made me mad...I mean really, really mad....As in I wanted to write on this persons blog and tell them that they are a jerk, mad.....I didn't of course. Instead I tried to figure out why it had that impact on me. I should not allow such things to have that much control over my emotions. And then I realized why it upset me...It implies that I am not "real" or "honest" or that I am "living in denial" or some other crazy thing...

I can tell you that this makes me sad because it seems as if, unless there is a  life filled with struggle and heartache, that it is somehow not a "real" life.

I do not have horror stories to write about, I am sorry if this disappoints you, and I am sorry you have horror stories. The worst I can say is that a hand full of times Cupcake was so upset that I would swear she was cussing me out in her native language. Um, OK...I've had my English speaking daughter do the very same thing, it goes along with parenthood, so it's not a big deal to me. It's not something I consider "Life altering" or worthy of a post which makes it bigger than it is. But the funny thing is I feel like I should write a post making it bigger than it is just so people, who I don't even know, can finally cast aside their doubts and say "OK, she is one of us, now this ir REAL"....

It is ridiculous that I should have to feel that I need to tone down our life to accommodate others expectations. And that not doing so causes people to "pass" on our life and our experiences simply because they are not full of rage, heartbreak, etc...

We are real...Our life is real...We go through growing pains, as every family does...We have bad days...Good days...and Great days...We wake up grouchy...We wake up happy...some days we don't want to get out of bed...We deal with grief...We explore feelings of loss/anger/confusion...We learn about life before "us" all of the time...We compromise...We give up restful nights for a bed full of little loves...We get our feelings hurt...We get angry...We have selfish moments...There are meltdowns...There are sibling rivalries and vying for the attention of Mom and Dad...We have a very real and normal life...We have a very balanced life, the lows are not extreme just as the highs are not extreme...

Do I think we are somehow super human parents, and that we are responsible for the lack of upset in our home? Nope, not for a minute...In fact we often times learn more from our children then they do from us. We don't get the credit for our "lack" of upheaval, our children do...They are the ones dealing so gracefully with the traumas they have endured. They are the ones who are brave and courageous. They are the ones who have had to overcome insurmountable obstacles, many of which would bring a grown adult to their knees. They are the heroes of their own stories, and they are the ones writing said stories. We are here to guide, support, love unconditionally, encourage, reign-in, nurture, and create an environment where they feel safe to experience any and all emotions they have on any given day. But these beautiul four developed their coping skills, and their personalities long before we came along.

Please, don't diminish their strides, or their heartbreak, simply because they happen not to have exceptionally difficult behavioral issues.

Just as there are "my life is upside down" families there are also "my life has never felt more right" families...Both are real, both are special, both are blessed by Gods grace, both are important, both are necessary, both are loved, both are appreciated, both are wonderful...Both are Good, and Good, no matter what is looks like, is real too....

Something Magical

Some days feel more like a gift then anything else. Today happened to be one of those days. It started out pretty slow, the usual Saturday morning responsibilities, nothing remarkable. I caught a glimpse of the blue sky outside and offered to set the sprinkler for Lil Man, Cupcake and Pixie to play in. Oz had gone on a motorcycle ride with Daddy for some much needed one on one time. Naturally they were quite excited about doing this and into their swimsuits they changed.

I had planned to turn the water on to let them play while I did some chores, but once I made it outside the lure of the warm breeze on my face, and soft grass under my feet was irresistible and I knew I had to grab the cameras, pull up a chair and enjoy this time with the little loves.

As I snapped photo after photo and took video of the laughter, it hit me. This is magical, this is a beautiful life, this is what God intended for me. And I was so happy, as in my heart ached with happiness and I could not stop smiling.

I listened to my little loves play, I watched them interact with one another as if they had been joined at the hip since birth, and the love I felt was exploding inside of me. I saw the water glistening on their perfect dark black skin, and was mesmerized with their smiles and laughter. It felt as if I were a spectator who had been invited into this wonderful world of happiness. How infinitely blessed I am to not be a spectator, but rather the Mother of such magical little angels.

And then, as if the day could not have been any better, my big loves came home. KK, Ry, and Donovan (who is now home for good after five years away in the NAVY) made their way to the backyard. They were laughing and giving one another a hard time, as only siblings can do and it too was magical. I had not seen them together in a very long time and it seemed to fill a space in my heart I did not realize had been empty.

It was then that I realized, I really miss my big loves, a lot...No matter how old they are, no matter how many littles are in the house, my big loves are what make my heart whole.

I love my children, all seven of them, from the oldest to the youngest, from the girls to the boys, from the tallest to the shortest, from the silliest to the most serious, from the ones carried in my womb to the ones carried in my heart, I love them all more then I love my next breath.

Thank you God for my Big Loves and my Little Loves...Amen Amen and Amen

Life Right Now

We have been home for three weeks and two days. It feels as if we have been home forever. It feels as if we have been a family forever. It feels like Gods hand has carried us through the not so easy, and continues to cradle us in our day to day living. He is so good, and we are so fortunate to be on the receiving end of his goodness.

The girls are adjusting wonderfully - knock on wood - and aside from starting the night in their bed, and waking up in ours, there are only the normal growing pains of going from a family of six to a family of eight.

Siblings are developing relationships, setting boundaries, and nurturing love for one another. Mommy and Daddy are figuring out ways to best encourage and help develop these relationships, as well as trying to figure out where the time for Mommy and Daddy exists in our - never a dull moment -  life.

If there was one thing I could say I miss the most in my day to day life it would be my Husband. I miss him. He is here, but with work, kids, new routines, more laundry then I ever thought possible, dishes, cooking, mediating those "MOOOOMMMMMMM SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!!!!" moments, we hardly have time to say goodnight before our heads hit the pillow for the night and a new day begins, which looks exactly as the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that.

A date night is in order.......

If there is one thing I am learning this time around, it is that I can't do this alone. I can't possibly do all of the cleaning, cooking, laundry, entertaining children, etc and still be sane. So I am working on becoming a more organized and structured mama, and teaching the kids to be more organized and structured in the process. They are learning how to fold and put away their own laundry - while I learn it is OK for the girls to have some blue hangers in their closet, instead of all white and pink - this is killing me by the way, but with some deep breaths I can move past it....They are all learning how to vacuum, load and empty the dishwasher, pick up their rooms daily, turn off lights, turn off the water when  finished, pick up after the dogs (yes the girls are just THRILLED about this one), and how to entertain themselves. Almost hourly in our home you will hear this "it is a beautiful day, go outside and enjoy it" - "mom, we don't know what to do" - "child of mine, you play" - "but we don't know what to play" - "use your imagination" - "We don't have imagination" - "OK, lets lay down for a nap then" - "We'll be in backyard, bye Mom"- and suddenly they all know how to play...

I used to feel guilty about this, having convinced myself that unless I was entertaining them I was a bad mom. Then I got my head on straight and realized that only a foolish woman would ever think she is capable of taking the place of a child as playmate. Each day as I see the kids work through compromising with one another, teaching each other new and different things, assuming different roles, etc. I realize that reinforcing this play time is actually one of the best things I could have done for them. Pride in the strides they are making has replaced guilt.

Life isn't perfect, but it is wonderful none-the-less. Thank you God.....Amen and Amen and Amen....



                                               
                                        The Fearsome Foursome

 

                                         They LOVE swimming

                                                                                                                              
                                       They adore their cousin Janae       

                                         



                                       

And this is what I want my Children to ALWAYS remember

I saw this on facebook...Not sure who gets the credit but it is AWESOME!!!!!

"Aren't you from Ethiopia, that poor country?" Not Poor but: ...the Only African nation never colonized because we defeated the Europeans... First African's to win gold in the Olympics, African nation with its own Alphabet, The country that practiced Christianity before Europeans and accepted Islam before the Middle East! The first country that started with the flag colors that everyone rocks without even knowing what it means (Green, Yellow, Red) The country mentioned in Quran and also mentioned in the bible over 40 times, The country that is the origin of the coffee you drink, The country with so much culture and spirituality that you can't even comprehend! Yes!! Ethiopia, The Birth of the world The cradle of humanity. Yes I am from that beautiful country and am proud of it!! If you're from there you should be PROUD as well:))

Why did I wait so long?

We found the greatest church ever and I LOVE IT!!!!!

We have been attending the Ethiopian Evangelical Church, and never have I felt more at home, more welcome, and more loved. The people of this church are angelic, their souls are kind, gentle, and so very passionate for God.

Service starts with the choir singing songs in Amharic. First let me say I love the way Amharic sounds, it is beautiful. So although I do not understand what they are saying the emotion in their voices tells me all I need to know. It is a remarkable experience and I am so blessed to be able to have access to such beauty every Sunday.

The sermon itself is also in Amharic. We wear an earpiece to hear the translated version. I find sometimes that I want to turn the ear piece down and just listen to Pastor speak. He is so passionate about what he is saying, and to hear it in Amharic is unlike anything I can describe.

At the end of service we get the Ahbie from Sunday school, Oz stays with us, and we have Ethiopian bread and hot tea. The boys LOVE this. We visit with new friends, and I often find myself standing there wondering what it is I did to deserve such a phenomenal life. It is hard to wrap my head around the abundant blessings I am discovering each and every day.

Two thoughts often run through my head simultaneously -
Why did I wait so long to truly meet God?
You weren't ready, now is your time.

I understand completely what my thoughts mean, but I can't help but feel like now I am catching up for lost time. I have this hunger for more. More of Him. All of Him. It is in these moments that I smile and my heart bursts with joy because the truth is that I get to know Him each and every day. To know that there is this to look forward to is a bit like Christmas morning with many presents under the tree. Just when you have unwrapped one gift there is another, and another, and another.

I am so happy and God is so good.



                            This little guy LOVES having his picture taken...and I LOVE taking it...

                           Went to church with Nana and Pop. The boys were really happy about this.

                       

 No I did not know little man was in goofy mode when this picture was taken. It is perfect thought because it is a true depiction of just how much fun he is to be around.

Time Is Flying and The Girls Room is Done!!

I can't believe we are officially under two weeks until we leave. I feel as if I am walking in a fog, but in a good way. I don't know if it is because this is our second time around or becasue I am super busy with everyday life things, but time is flying, and I am CALM!!!!

I have all of the packing done, exept for what can only be packed the day before. I finished the girls books, as well as the books for their father. I have all of my prescriptions filled and packed, dr's appointments scheduled or completed, travel shopping done, girls room done (see pics beow), and it is Spring Break for all of the kids!!!!!

I was able to see a bunch of new pics of our girls....THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!!! They are both laughing and smiling and their eyes are sparkling as if they haven't a care in the world. That does this mommas heart good.

I stare at their pictures and am still amazed at the striking resemblence between them and Oz and Ahbie. When we post pictures you will know what I am talking about. Oz and C look like they are twins and Ahbie and E look like they are twins. I always wanted twins, now it will be as if I actually have two sets of twins. Isn't God so good that way?

 Life is So Good, thank you God!!!!

Here are some pics of the girls room.....


                                                              View from the door
                                                               

                                        
 View from the door - C's bed is on the left and E's the right. The light fixture came from Home Depot and was originally gold. I spray painted it a pretty shade of pink.

                                     
  The canopy nets came from IKEA and I sewed on pink/white gingham ribbons to pull back. I also sewed on the pink ballet slippers. The mirror started off in oak. I painted it antique white to match their bedroom furniture and framed it with light pink ribbon and flowers. On the shelf I draped a pink and white scarf I had purchased from Ethiopia.

                                         

The girls bedding was one of the first things I bought. It is a pink french toile pattern with pink/white gingham trim. I found these adorable doll beds online and they fit in perfectly as the canopy is pink/white gingham. I found the area rug at IKEA.

                                                  

  The bookshelf started as oak, just like the one in the girls closet a few pictures below. I painted it antique white, trimmed the top with the same gingham ribbon used for the pull backs on the canopy netting above each bed. Then I removed the back of the shelf and stapled directly onto the shelves  one big piece of pink gingham fabric. Then I reattached the backing.

                                      

The rocking chair was also painted and the small throw pillow was the first pop of color I added to the room, breaking up the pink with a nice shade of green.

                                         



 I painted the little cupboard the same shade of green as the closet.

                                        


 The girls bathroom has the pink french toile shower curtain with matching towel which I found at Target.

                                                 


 The girls closet was white until I painted it this shade of green pulled from the throw pillow. I tried to soften the look of the closet by using thule as a border adorned with ribbons. The pictures make it look like a color you would see in a hospital, but in person it compliments the girls room nicely. I think replacing that flourescent light will make a big difference. The bookshelf is my next project.

                                               

 After pricing doll clothes I realized it was cheaper and much cuter to use newborn clothes instead. I also had quite a few 2t dresses that I made smaller by sewing, and they look adorable. I also bought a pack of newborn diapers instead of the doll diapers, they were chepaer and fit perfectly. The three baskets on the two bottom shelves were painted pink and then adorned with pink painted hearts and one with thule.
 

                                     



            This was a christmas wreath which I found on clearance at Target. I added the two pink birds and some light pink roses, which I got from Michaels.

 

    I ordered a couple of American Girl dolls, 6 inch size, which come with these sweet little books.

                                        

This set was given to me by my MIL. At the time all of the figures and baby dolls were white with blonde hair. I took out my handy dandy paint brush and painted each face and arm brown, hair black, and then repainted the faces. This is one of my favorite things in their room. The lollipops behind are christmas ornaments with the hook and ribbon removed.

                                       

I  prefer these Madame Alexander dolls to the American Girl Dolls. I think they are much more beautiful.

                                        

How do you know?

How do you know when the choices you make are the right ones? How do you know when the feelings you feel are real and not contrived to fit any given situation? How do you know the path you are walking is the right path, the path God has destined you to walk? How do you know if what you are doing is His will and not your own human desires pushing his will out of the way?

I don't know the answer to any of these questions. Not one answer for one single question. And tonight it makes me mad that I don't know. I hate when I feel this way, when I feel like my foundation of faith is cracking and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I am, by nature, a girl who relies on faith. I have to have that otherwise I would likely be locked in a padded room somewhere.

When I feel unsettled my mind will wander to places it doesn't belong. The whys begin...The doubts become my new reality...and suddenly everything I thought was "right" seems off and left of center. It is a process which perpetuates itself. Running circles in my mind, endless circles that leave me feeling completely exhausted.

It isn't until I reach that point of exhaustion that it stops and I can then regroup and regain my bearings. If I try to interrupt the process that only makes it worse. So I have to let it run its course.

This would be a really bad thing, if, I didn't already know the outcome. And the outcome is so worth the craziness that ushered it in.

It is renewal. Becoming new again. Fresh, Optimistic, More Determined to stay the course, Motivated to be better, more Faithful to Him, and of course more certain than ever that He is in charge, not me. Faith - deeper - stronger - more honest...

What a beautiful experience. Where else in your life can you feel such genuine pleasure and joy? To be emptied so completely and then refilled with His pure unconditional love, there is nothing that compares.

So that begs the question - How Do You Know?- and the answer is simple - You Just Do -

I am so happy to have Him. I will spend forever trying to show Him just how much I love Him.

....and so they begin

The nightmares...The dog-gone pre-travel nightmares that plague me each night ...

Last night was the worst yet...We were sitting before the judge and she was talking to one of the other families...It dawned on me that everyone had an envelope with paperwork in it, paperwork needed to pass court. I did not have the envelope of paperwork. I started to panic, and looked at Jimmy, who was smiling becuase he had no idea I didn't have this paperwork. He was under the impression we were minutes away from passing court and I knew that was not going to happen. My mind was reeling. I was trying to remember where the paperwork was, did I leave it at the guesthouse? was it in the van we rode to the courthouse in? I was rummaging through my purse, praying it was in there...And then it hit me...The paperwork was on the other side of the world, in my study, mixed in with all of the paperwork I had intended to file away but never got to. It was there and we were here and the judge was getting ready to ask us for it, and jimmy had that smile, and I thought I was going to die...I leaned into him and whispered that I did not have the paperwork. he thought i was joking and patted my knee "good one honey" he said. I started crying, and he realized I wasn't playing, and his smile faded, disappointment filled his eyes, then anger, he was furious, the judge turned to us and I woke up....

It is going to be a long two weeks...

The tickets are booked and I'm half crazy

I am so excited, we have booked our plane tickets. We depart DIA on Friday April 6...We will stay the night in Washington DC and leave for Ethiopia Saturday morning. We will fly Ethiopian Airlines (LOVE THEM) and arrive in Addis Ababa on Sunday April 8th.

With the boys we had two months to prepare for travel, this time it is slightly less then one month to prepare. The shopping, packing, appointments, more shopping, more packing, more appointments, spending, spending, and more spending, e-mails, final paperwork, more paperwork, oops one more signature needed, more shopping, more spending, more packing....and it has only been two days since we were notified of our court date.

This on top of the daily routines of dropping off and picking up children from school, doing the laundry, the housecleaning, the pet feeding, the grocery shopping, and every other little thing that typically consume an average day at casa de Martinez.....

Jimmy has been working like a mad man these last couple of months, because, well, I don't work anymore (outside of the home) and to him debt is the devil...He must have none in order to function, and as a result, works to pay off as quickly as we are accumulating. I love my Husband, he is a great man and a great provider. God love him.

Thus, I am doing almost all of the above myself. I'm tired. Lord can you hear me? I am tired.

I need a chef, a dish washer, a housekeeper, a laundry do-er(huh?), a chauffer, a personal shopper, and an overall clone of me multiplied by 300. Then maybe, just maybe, I can meet each deadline, pack every last item, balance my checkbook, scour through paperwork for the 3 billionth time, take a shower, get out of these sweat-pants, wear a pair of matching socks, make-up? what's that? so what that I haven't shaved my legs for nearly two weeks, you should see my arm-pits, and make it to Ethiopia with some of my hair still attached to my head.

I can't seem to get organized no matter how many lists I write, and re-write, and tear up to start over again.

Breathe I keep telling myself, but that only takes more time, which I don't really have.

Oh Lord, please give me the endurance I need to make it through these next few weeks without losing what is left of my mind. Thank you, I Love You, and Amen.

God is So Good

On January 26th I wrote a post, in it I mentioned how delightful it would be if God brought everything together in such a way that we were able to meet our daughters on Easter Sunday, just as we had met our Boys on Easter Sunday last year.

It was only wishful thinking of course, as we had no court date, and no idea when we would hear anything.

In typical God is Awesome fashion he brought everything together just so, and and a result we will indeed meet our Daughters on April 8th,2012 Easter Sunday....

I sure do love this Man called God....Amen...Amen...and Amen...

Some days nothing beats a phone call

We got it, the call we have been waiting for. The call that tells us we have a court date and are going to be mommy and daddy again to two beautiful baby girls...Our court date is Wednesday April 11, 2012...

Thank you God!!! Thank You!!! Thank You!!!  Thank You!!!

Gratitudes

1. I am grateful for painful memories of the past, which remind me of the joy in my life today.

2. I am grateful for this daily reminder in my living room....

3. I am grateful for my Husbands love. Without him my life would be painfuly different.

                                                         
  
4. I am grateful for my Son's love of the piano. It is music to my ears daily and inspires me to be better.

                                                             
     5. I am grateful for the opportunity to have dreams.....

                                                                     
6. I am grateful for little one's artwork

      
7. I am grateful for my love of reading, and most important, that I am blessed to know how to read.....

8. I am grateful for friends www.emariestar.blogspot.com who blog about making fantastic home-made laundry soap...

9. I am grateful for friends who are gracious enough to send me pictures of my baby girls on the other side of the world....

My "E"

My "C"

  10. I am grateful for "Faith" which allows me to maintain peace in my heart in the midst of chaos...