My family has just moved from a old Victorian home that has only one bathroom. We moved because it had become agonizingly apparent that the old Victorian no longer worked for a family of 4 potty-trained people.
My brother-in-law has suddenly become paralyzed from the eyeballs down. I and other family members are taking turns doing overnight stays in his rehab hospital so he always has one of us with him. He is there so he and my sister can learn to navigate his life from a wheelchair.
I have just started a yoga practice.
Adoption forums are where I’m getting a more expansive education on the topic, from the first parent and adoptee viewpoints. I am shocked to find that Adoption isn’t what I thought it was.
Months in the year. Inches in a foot. Petals in the heart chakra. Tribes of Israel. Olympian Gods. Disciples called by Jesus. Sons of Odin. Knights of the Roundtable. Days of Christmas. Angry Men. Years a Slave. Magnesium on the periodic table. Namesake of the duodenum. Noon and midnight. Steps to recovery.
As with any 11 year old, this one has moved through various stages.
Baby & Toddler Years
At the start I was an infertility blogger. As time passed and I moved farther away from my own infertility struggles, I morphed into more of a mommyblogger. Along the way, I delved into adoption, and focused my efforts there.