Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts

07 November 2011

Home study, take 2

Just came upstairs from finishing our first home study visit for adoption number two.

It's funny how things are so different the second time around. So much less intimidating. It brings me back to our first home study experience two years ago.

Here's a glimpse if you missed it:
Genilson chuckled at me as I paced the house about 30 minutes before our social worker arrived - setting the tea out, changing my hair, asking him to change his shirt (ok, perhaps he didn't chuckle at that one)... cleaning the toilet... and then low and behold, our social worker arrives. I offer tea, coffee, muffins?... and she politely declines saying it's sweet, but not necessary. Two hours go by, and she doesn't use the bathroom either (Did I really think she'd be impressed by my super clean sink and extra hand towels anyway?). (Blessed to Adopt, 26 Nov. 2009)
Ha. Clearly, we had no idea what to expect. I distinctly remember taking up almost the entire day preparing for that first visit. As excited and anxious first time parents, the adoption and home study process consumed us.

This time around is a bit different. Obviously we now have Ezra, and we are in Cambodia living in a different house. We may have a different social worker, but we know that the home study process is not about appearances or how perfectly clean your house is. With our agency it's been much more about working together to assess our preparedness to care for a new child in our home than about a "test" to see whether we are "fit" for parenthood. How do you feel about the adoption? What are your hopes and dreams for the future? How has parenting differed from what you originally expected? What kind of life do you imagine for your family 5, 10 years from now?

Many people have told me that "having a baby" the second time around is different than the first time. Initially, I'm not sure I understood what people meant. Why would it be different? It doesn't seem fair that parents should be more excited about their first child than their second child. But even through my very early experiences of preparing for our second adoption, I am beginning to see what people mean.

As first time parents we were dreamers. We "themed" and prepared the nursery months ahead of time. I spent hours researching baby gear online and reading What to Expect type blogs and books. I may not have been physically pregnant, but I definitely "nested" and was obsessed with preparing our home as best I could.

This time I have barely thought about the baby's room, much less the baby gear or baby clothes. First of all, with a toddler in the house I'm not sure when I would have the time to do that. I see now that this doesn't mean I don't "care" as much about our second child, it's just a different stage of life.

Before we had Ezra I didn't fully know what to expect or what I would need, so my way of getting ready was to prepare myself with material knowledge - baby books, trends, baby gear, nursery theme, etc. (and there's nothing wrong with that - it was all I knew to do). Through my initial parenting experience, however, I have come to realize that while the book knowledge and gear may be helpful (and fun), when your baby comes it all kind of blurs into the background. Not just because you're sleep deprived and exhausted, but also because you realize it's the baby that you were waiting for, and not necessarily the stuff.

When I look at pictures of Ezra as a small newborn I can't believe how quickly this stage of his life went by. As a new mom I was always thinking about the next stage without truly appreciating the current one. So I'd like to think that even though our second baby may not get the same amount of preliminary nesting and anticipation, what they will get is a mother who is seeking to savor and appreciate each day, each week, each month of their early life.

I look forward to continuing the journey.

 

09 June 2011

1 Year Ago Today

One year ago today we woke up with a great deal of anticipation. Anticipation about what the day would bring... what the week would bring... how our lives were about to change.

One year ago today we went to the hospital, dressed our newborn baby boy, gave a long embrace to M {holding back the tears until my complete breakdown in the car} and brought him to his new home. It was a special day I want to preserve forever. In retrospect, I see now that I was in "auto" mode that day... so overwhelmed at the emotion, so afraid that something was going to go wrong, and just the newness of it all that I just walked through the motions, unable to fully grasp what was happening.

Everyone tells you to appreciate the moment... that your children are going to grow up so fast. I'm not sure I truly understood what that meant until now (though perhaps I will continue to learn that as I get older). I can't believe it's been a year. Ezra is walking, learning to talk, and developing his own little personality. It's like a push and pull between not wanting him to grow up but also looking forward to seeing who he becomes.

Even with all the waiting, the process and the anticipation, I'm not sure I really could have anticipated the joy that has been Ezra. Nor do I think I anticipated all the work that parenthood really is (all worth it of course). Adoption, parenthood... it's such an education journey... and on so many levels. It's humbling to think of all that Genilson and I have learned since we started the process 21 months ago... about ourselves, about family, about our relationship. And it's even more humbling to think of all the learning that's still to come.

Happy Birthday Ezra. You are a gift.

14 August 2010

2 months

Blogging and being a new mom at the same time has become a bit of a challenge. :) Here are some snapshots of Ezra at 2 months to hold everyone over... Isn't he the cutest? x





22 July 2010

Friends

On Saturday my dear friends Mindy + Michelle threw us a lovely shower (owl-themed of course). Here's a peek...







Not only did we celebrate Ezra's arrival into the family, but it also eased into an intimate time to share about our adoption journey thus far. Mmmm... There's nothing like good friends to share life's joys. x

10 May 2010

Babies

As Production Not Reproduction (another adoption blogger I follow) wisely put, the way we usually celebrate Mothers Day (and Fathers Day, Valentines Day, for that matter) distinctly divides people into two categories - either you're an insider, or you're an outsider. You're a mother (father/valentine), or you're not a mother (father/valentine). If you aren't necessarily desiring to be an insider, this may not be a big deal. If you are, it's a whole different story. Personally, as someone who is currently "in-between" (though sometimes feeling inadequately in-between since I don't have the "belly" to prove it) - not quite a mother yet, but hoping and praying to be one very soon - I wasn't sure what feelings and emotions to anticipate as Mothers Day came closer.

I decided early on that I didn't want to sulk. This was much easier said than done of course - Genilson and I did have several melancholy moments on our way to a Mothers Day lunch, asking God why it hasn't happened for us yet (why? oh why?) - but I knew and was determined that I did not want to be miserable all day. I wanted to celebrate motherhood, not feel depressed about it... after all, motherhood is what I've been yearning for throughout this entire process, not something I want to feel awful about.

As I contemplated what to get my own mother and grandmother for Mothers Day this year, I extended my decision not to be gloomy by making another decision. I knew the documentary film Babies was coming out Mothers Day weekend, I knew I wanted to see it, and I figured since my mom and grandma were perhaps the best people to see it with... why not see it on Mothers Day? Yes, of course I questioned whether watching a film about babies would just make me more depressed on an already difficult day. But I decided I wouldn't let it. Instead of watching the film through the perspective that motherhood is something I don't currently have, I decided to see it from the outlook that motherhood is a blessing still to come.

I'm so thankful I did. I got to spend the afternoon enjoying and laughing at the sweetness, simplicity and hilarity that is babies with the two mothers who had a direct hand in my own upbringing. Babies is beautifully done; it celebrates motherhood in ways that no other film could, and though I maybe walked away wanting to join the community of motherhood even more than I did before (not sure that's possible, but maybe), I'm glad I chose to celebrate the beauty and mystery of motherhood on such an appropriate day to do so. x

{For those of you who haven't heard about it, Babies is a new documentary by French filmmaker Thomas Balmès who simultaneously follows four babies around the world - Namibia, Mongolia, Japan, US - starting at birth up until their first steps. It shows us that while cultures have distinctly different ways of caring for their children, "babyhood" still looks strikingly similar no matter where or who you are. Highly recommended.}

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