Sunday, March 16, 2014
Tuesday our adoption became final in front of about 35 friends, family and social workers. And one awesome judge who gave our son, David, a quilt made by her friend. It's a little like living with someone and getting married. Nothing changes day to day, but you feel in increased sense of responsibility and awe having said vows in front of a lot of people.
About two months ago when we were trying to get an adoption date with this specific judge, we thought we'd have to wait until April. David said to me, "I don't want to be a foster kid that long". And then the night after the adoption, when we were sitting together in his room, he said "I'm not in the system anymore." It's hard for me to remember how he must feel. I've thought of him as my son for over a year, but for him, nothing is final until it's final. And now this is it. They seal his old records and issue him an updated birth certificate with us listed as his parents.
What a blessing this has been for all of us. It's a miracle. Somehow we all found each other at the right time. I've wanted a family all along, but now I realize I had to wait for David to surface. I have to thank God over and over for the courage to step forward and take him into our house. To commemorate the permanency of this, I got a tattoo and posted the picture on my spark page.
I love my life.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
This is a quickie, but I haven't posted in so long it's better to start small, right?
So our 17 year old foster son is in a thrash metal band, and we attended their second show last night. We staffed the "merch" table, where they were selling picks and patches. And of course wore their band shirt with the logo. It's so fun - he sees me come in, puts down his bass, walks over, gives me a hug, and says "Hi mother!". Ok, really? How much better does life get? Our adoption should be fully legal in a couple of months.
They are going to make us a bumper sticker that says "my band parents can beat up your band parents".
My husband brought him home later that night, and I was already asleep. I woke up to my tall metalhead son in my room with our cat, making the cat dance on my chest to wake me up. I did, laughing, and he gives me a big hug and then leaves. I couldn't get back to sleep for like 20 minutes it was so stinkin' sweet.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Well, maybe not on the weight loss front, although I am holding reasonably steady despite my crazy new life as a mom as a new teenage son. And my back is spasming because during a foster youth summer camp we volunteered at, he jumped on my back for a piggyback ride and he's 160 pounds...
But life is so awesome! At the camp we volunteered at, he ran around calling me mum, introducing me as "his mom", and giving me lots of hugs. For a 16 year old punk rocker, who lived in group homes for over half his life, that's pretty damn good. I will totally take it. And when he told the young kids "that's my mom, she's annoying", I knew I leveled up.
Did I say yet we are adopting him? We are adopting him. Hopefully it will be final early 2014. I cannot wait. He'll be 17, but he will have a family who adores him and won't age out of the system at 18.
I'm posting a picture of the two of us momentarily. You'll see there how we feel about each other.
My petsitting business has doubled. I am loving it. It's such a good match for me, especially since I have this kid now. In fact, I don't want to get too much busier, or I'll go insane!!!
Ok, back to my health...I'm working on it! I am pretty active still. I am making better food choices on the whole than I was for most of my life. So I am hanging in there. It's been hard to cook for all of us, so I am coming up with creative solutions constantly. Really what I am trying to do is think about the gain in energy and health and not weight loss. I'll check in again in a month or so. I miss Spark!
Monday, May 13, 2013
I was looking at my sparkpage and the reasons for wanting to lose weight. One was for my "future family", as I wanted to foster a youth. But hey! We took in a 16 year old in December, and I celebrated my first Mother's Day ever! It's tricky because somewhere he has a biological mom out there - you never know what these days trigger for someone like him. But he was super into it! We all went whale watching, had lunch, and saw IronMan 3. And he and his friends wished me Happy Mother's Day on Facebook and he gave me an awesome card. Really, what could possibly have been better???
Back to the weight. I am definitely struggling through a plateau right now, but the good news is I haven't fallen off the wagon or given up, which would have been easy. It is hard because there's a lot more to do with him here, and my petsitting business which I had put on the back burner is picking up pretty fast. I am still moving forward, getting back into cardio and strength training, and tracking my food. But the best thing is I am super happy having him with us.
Monday, March 18, 2013
So. The furthest I've run is a little over a 5K-about 3.5 miles. I signed up for a 10K that was today so I had a bigger goal to shoot and train for. I knew I wouldn't be able to run the whole thing, as my training had stalled a bit, but I was hoping to run maybe 2/3 of it.
After the first mile, I thought "Hey, I can run at least the first half, as that's just a 5K. I'll stop and rest at the turn around point and walk some". I stopped briefly to stretch, and then thought I could keep running a bit more. After 4 miles, I thought, "I can run this whole thing". And I did, with a couple 30 second stretch stops along the way. I did about 6.4 miles in about 1.5 hours. Slow, but I did it!
I'm pretty stoked. It was unexpected, and no matter what happens, no one can take running 6.4 miles away from me!
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