When I’m dissatisfied with someone, I can often trace the feeling to a dissatisfaction with myself.
So, if I could truly love myself, would I more easily love those around me?
I’m critical. I may get that from my dad. He always wants to make things better — a good trait. But here’s what would happen when I showed him a school project or essay. Continue reading Perfect Imperfections→
My book, The Open-Hearted Way to Open Adoption, turns 3 this week. It came out originally in hardcover, followed by a paperback version last year, and, per my publisher, will soon be available as an audiobook. My little creation spread its wings and is still flying.
If I trace it back, my book has its roots in being publicly ridiculed. I explained in a recent interview on MileHighMamas.com, excerpted below.
Not to be left out, Reed asked to follow in the footsteps of his sister and today he makes his writing debut on this blog. As so often happens within loving relationships, one person’s perfect moment leads to another’s.
My perfect moment this month was when I was picking out a present for my mom in Keystone. I wanted to find a gift that she would love and would make her feel good — no, great! I thought to myself, I want something that says “Mom.”
Then I looked to left and there it was! Guess what? It said “Mom.” Literally.
I started asking — no, not asking but BEGGING my Grandma to get it and then finally she said YES!
When we get back to the lodge I turn on the TV to give Grandma and Grandpa a break while my parents worked at a conference. A couple hours later my mom walks in the door looking wiped out. I dash up to her and give her a hug. I have the box hidden in my hand and I reach up and say, Mom, something is coming out of your ear!
…and then I give her box with the necklace. I felt joy when I saw the expiration on her face because I knew she loved it. I felt great knowing she loved it.
She picked me up and held me tight. When she does that I call her Mommy and hold her tight right back.
It had been an emotional few days. The annual conference I’d run at the mountain resort for the last 7 years was always a grueling few days, but in addition this month I was dealing with the fact that it was my last time. My job would end when the conference ended.
I schlepped my tired self up the hill to enter our mountain condo and unslung the laptop from my shoulder. My parents were having snacks on the deck and the kids were watching some inane show with a too-loud soundtrack. Uncharacteristically, Reed jumped up from his divot on the couch, stopping when he got into my space.
“Bend down, Mom,” he commanded, also uncharacteristically.
I lowered myself for a perfunctory hug (this perfect moment sneaked up on me) and he got an impish look on his face. Instead of hugging my midsection, his arms aimed higher, near my head.
“Mom! You have something in your ear! What could it be? Oh, look!”
He beamed as he handed it to me.
My heart swelled as I opened it.
He jumped in to my arms and I had a huge moment of gratitude that I get to live with this boy’s generous, loving, playful heart. I squeezed him long and hard.
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