All in Mama Bear

These are The Days [of Filthy Floors & Sweet Snuggles]

If motherhood is anything, it is sanctifying.

I need the snuggles. Snuggles are good for me, snuggles are good for baby. Snuggles will not hurt and I will not regret them.

While the filthy floors increase their grime, the writing deadlines are shoved at the seams, and the photos are begging to be edited, I am trying so hard to enjoy every sweet snuggle in between and during and, often, instead-of.

To my white friends raising white babies: will you add children's' books with people of color as heroes and caregivers and main characters? Will you help it become a normal and beautiful thing, that people with colored skin exist? Will you have conversations with your children about celebrating and seeing differentness? An easy way to do this is to diversify your children's library. There is obviously so much more to do, like diversifying our communities, but this is a step in the right direction.

How Do We Do It?

 am tired. I cry a lot. There is a vast amount of emotions raging on any given day at any given time. But this? This is what I am doing: being mama, kissing toes, bouncing babies, singing songs, praying, reading, soothing sadness.

In talking with a mentor, Jenny, I asked her if I should feel guilty for allowing my heart to crack wide open and cherish every moment. 

Learning to Love in the Face of Tragedy

I feel like it is better to at least engage, have conversation, than to keep silent. A lot of you, many of whom I consider close friends, have been eerily silent. It is interesting and telling. I am not claiming to know what is in your heart, but sometimes silence is not the answer, and can appear as neutrality."

We never doubted this would happen. It doesn't change a thing about our feelings, our love, our commitment to him. We have been fiercely committed since the moment his First Mama chose us to be his parents. But to hear those words, "It is finished, your son is officially and legally yours," sent this mama's heart to the moon and tears gushing down her face.

Choosing Between Babies: I Am Not Enough

If I told you we never get overwhelmed or never feel like we don't know what we're doing, I'd be lying. If I told you we were always overwhelmed and frustrated, I'd still be lying. We've been given a lot of sympathetic looks but the reality is: you just do it [life in general but also life with almost twins] and make it an adventure. But also sometimes the heaviness of Not Enough is too real. And I'm sure as we add kids, the Not Enough only gets more real.

Due to the nature of having two babies at two different developmental stages, we need a lot of help. And we have had help. The help has been mind blowing. My sister and mom, our friends, my friends' moms, my friend's aunt, people I've met on Facebook who became friends through the beauty of donated breastmilk for our first born... I mean community has built itself around us in ways I am honored to witness and be a part of. 

To My Firstborn

Me and you have spent so many days together, smiling and giggling and crying. I have told you countless times that you are the most precious little boy, that you are my favorite little human, that you are the most handsome baby I've ever laid eyes on. Soon I won't be saying these things... it is a weird thing for me to think about. You are beyond perfect to us and we cannot imagine how our hearts could possibly break open even wider for just as much love to rush in, for another human being..tiny and perfect...your brother. But we know that's what happens...our hearts will grow and stretch wider as each child engraves him or herself into us and our family.

My Mama Heart Prayers: Happy 39 Weeks

I need a basin to catch all my tears. But I guess my protruding belly will do.

I've stated on my space before that the emotions surrounding the upcoming delivery of our second born son are many, various, complex, BIG. Today marks 39 weeks of pregnancy, life in the womb for that little brother man and I can't believe it. How is Sage-man over 4 months? 

Cheers to Our Journey with Artificial Twins

When she asked us if we were still pursuing fertility treatments and we said "No, but if we were to become pregnant again, we will not be stopping our adoption process," her response was one that has repeated itself in my mind a few times since it left her mouth. Mainly because in that moment, I had a feeling that what she said not to do, we would do...I had a feeling and secretly hoped it would become our crazy journey:

Fears Drowned In Perfect Love

I just finished bouncing up and down on our yoga ball to put Sage to sleep while staring out the window to watch Husband put together our double-stroller-jogger. My mind is always running a million and one miles an hour but also somehow 1 mile per hour at the exact same time. It is set to high-speed processing emotions and thoughts and life all the while, too often, extremely slow to responding to people and tasks right in front of me. Example: the large pile of laundry covering up what was our couch.

There are so many emotions all of the time. I often feel like a walking-breathing-emotion.

Being Mama [thoughts from a first time mom]

"Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other." [Ann Voskamp]

My heart has never been so full. My satisfaction in this current state of living is high. I feel spoiled to be wife to Loren, mama to Sage, while we expect a second born boy to join us in the next...5 to 7 weeks. [Which still seems to be a nice 4 months away in my minuscule mind].

A Letter to My Real Son

My dear sweet son:

There are no words that can adequately articulate the Mama-heart you have brought out in me. And what a blessing that is, you are, to me. To your dad. To this family. You have knit us closer as a family, bringing our souls more intimacy as a unit; God put it in our hearts to be a family for children, but it seems as though He has used you much more in our lives than us in yours. We are often in awe of the unending, unconditional, ceaseless love that has been poured into us to cover you - this is something your dad and I talk about regularly. 

Our "Out Upon the Water:" Adoption

Then a time of waiting and infertility and uncertainties with my body...not conceiving a life after 6 months of trying, and then 8 months, and then two years.. the mystery of not knowing was painful, grief-stricken at times. My feet failed often in the way of walking without wavering on the waters, but I pressed on and in, continuously wanting to hand over the desires of my heart. Perpetually striving to believe that what He has is better than what I wanted presently. His will, not mine. The waters were more unsteady than the painful self-denial of choosing to forgive family/friends/close ones who burned deeper than I was ready for; learning to submit the desire to conceive and carry a baby is and was agonizing to my soul. It felt like the ripping of my literal heart.

I have been asked countless times how my transition into being a mama has been. "How are you doing with the big transition?" "Are you doing okay?" "Are you struggling at all?" "Are you worried about everything, its totally okay if you are, just checking in on you!" Such beautiful friends and loving questions and simply just, ah. I love my people.