For the last several years, it is an undeniable fact that the Christmas season starts earlier with each year, and there are two firmly divided factions: those in favor of early Christmas and those against it.
I absolutely see the point of those who feel Christmas should be a December-only institution. Stores DO push for consumers to do what they do best… consume and spend unseemly sums of money in the process.
Then there are those of us who simply get excited about the season. I can’t speak for everyone, but for me, it has nothing to do with shopping or spending or presents. It has everything to do with tradition, memories, family, and good cheer that people seem to reserve only for the holiday season. The air feels charged with electricity. The quiet and frenzy before we all sink into isolation in our respective homes to spend time with the people we love is unlike anything else in the world. Do you remember how it felt the afternoon before Christmas break when you were in school? For me, it felt exactly the same when my coworkers and I would sneak out early to start enjoying all the festivities ahead. It’s the happiest feeling! Continue Reading »
2012′s Cinnamon Applesauce Dough ornament
It doesn’t seem like it was a month ago that I was patiently counting time to the end of September, so I could set out my Halloween decorations. It only seems like a few days have passed, but today, I put away my jack-o-lanterns and wooden Halloween adjectives from Target’s dollar spot. You know the ones. I placed Thanksgiving decorations on the mantle along with some white twinkle lights and declared it SERIOUS HOLIDAY SEASON in the chicken coop.
Mister Babyman and I then made cinnamon applesauce dough ornaments. We made a few hand prints that will transform to turkeys once they dry. We made a few Christmas ornaments. We made few cookie cutter turkeys, too. They are in the oven now, and my house smells like a Red Hot factory. I ain’t even mad about it. Continue Reading »
Last night, I found a stash of photos from Baby Boy’s infancy. He is not even two years old yet, but it seems like a lifetime since I placed my hand on his birth mother’s stomach and whispered greetings to him. A lifetime. That was two years ago this month.
His cheeks have thinned a bit. The dimples on the back of his hands are long gone. His hair lays down now. He is taller. He has his own ideas. He is curious. He talks to me– as best as a 22 month old can, at least. Sometimes, he gets mad at me. Someone has to say “enough” to the Cheddar Bunnies, though. Continue Reading »
Well, we have done it. We have up and moved to another city, and once again, I am learning more about myself. Life IS a journey, I suppose.
1) Stop being so skeptical.
I am skeptical to a fault. K would definitely second that and maybe even lead the charge. People told me that moving with a toddler was a horse of a different color. I thought, “Well, SURE there’s more STUFF, but it can’t be the worst thing ever.” While it is definitely not the worst thing ever, it is a completely different animal than moving was before Baby Boy blew into our lives with the force of a hurricane. There is, of course, more stuff. There is also leaving your child’s friends, routine, doctor, pharmacy, favorite parks, neighborhood, and home behind that is an emotional drain on everyone– maybe most of all you.
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It seems like lately there are a lot of blog posts and articles circulating on the interweb promoting all sorts of different parenting choices. Sure, I agree with some of them. I mostly agree with a few. Some of them are obviously written by people who are lying. You know those people. The Pleasantville-my-life-is-perfect crowd. Let’s be honest. They are fooling no one. We all know that they’ve had baby poop on their hands more than once.
Here’s the thing. I feel like the one thing that every mom needs to hear is this:
You are doing a good job. Continue Reading »
This summer has been busy and strange… strange-good, but strange nonetheless. We are moving to the city we’ve wanted to live in for the past 9 years, and we are thrilled. I’ve been searching feverishly for a place to live over the course of the next year while we learn the area, find the area we really want to live in, and sell our home.
I never felt an affection for our current home until we put it on the market. Now I walk around with an urge to physically hug the walls. It was puzzling at first why I have become so attached. We don’t live in a particularly unique home. In fact, we’re looking for more character in our next home. However, as I pondered the source of my befuddlement, I realized that WE have given our home character. This house was home base when we moved here and hardly knew a soul. K and I learned to spend Friday nights alone with just each other rather than in the company of our friends. Continue Reading »
Today something wonderful happened. I turned in my resignation.
Before the dream of Baby Boy began growing in my heart, I never thought I’d care so much about what my future child ate. I never thought I’d care so much about how much he learned and what he learned. I never thought I’d care about diapering options. I certainly never thought I’d want to be a stay at home mom.
Then the dream of him began germinating in my heart. It stayed there struggling for years before I truly admitted and accepted its presence and even longer before I admitted it to K. Continue Reading »
Carefully arranged toys, courtesy of Baby Boy.
Whenever we held Baby Boy for the first time, the experience was surreal. We were thrilled and happy and hopeful and full of caution. After placement, our hearts were filled with sorrow to see and feel his birth parents’ raw grief. Upon arrival at our temporary residence, a hotel on the side of a highway, we carefully unstrapped him from his carseat and gingerly held him in our arms trying to wrap our heads around the fact that we were his parents– that he was our son. People would ask with thinly restrained glee, “Do you just love him more than anything?!” Of course we loved him, but to say, “Oh yes! My heart is an ocean! I am a different person,” felt a little… false. Of course we loved him. Of course we’d do anything we could for him. However, at that point, it was a choice more than a reflex. Continue Reading »
It’s almost time for another Mother’s Day– my second as a mom. I think about Baby Boy’s birth parents, literally, every day, but Mother’s and Father’s Day tend to direct my thoughts to them even more. Their loss is my gain, their grief translates to my joy, and the hole in their lives has become the fullness and purpose of mine.
In my experience, I’ve encountered people who champion the concept of adoption but turn right around and look down upon single moms and judge parents who make the difficult decision to place their child for adoption. They don’t love their children less than other people, and I think that people fail to remember that sometimes. No road is an easy road. Real talk. Continue Reading »
The last couple of weeks have proven to be busy in the Chickie household. K completed his first half marathon, Baby Boy managed to stay well for another week (make no mistake, this is HUGE), K is starting a new job, we spent some much needed down time with some very dear friends, and I have taken my favorite hobby global– or at least national– by launching my very own soap selling website. It’s really hard to say which of these things makes me the most excited. They all rank pretty far up there. Continue Reading »