Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Random Quotes: Adopted Kids
Gilda Radner - "Adopted kids are such a pain - you have to teach them how to look like you."
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
07.28.08
That is a day that we will all remember...for it was Moco's adoption day! We've been counting down until it actually happened. There were moments when we didn't think it was going to happen. Why? There was a scare the lawyer didn't file the correct documents. And after all, it is the addition of a little stranger to one's family. Yet, deep down...we knew Moco was meant for us. He knew it too.
So today is the 29th. It started early as Moco woke up at 3 a.m. We really don't know why except for the fact that Moco said "it's a new day." I went back to bed and he stayed up to just play in his room for a while. When I came back out at 7 a.m., he was serving himself breakfast and chatting it up with Grandma. He finished and asked if I had to go to work. I told him I did, but we would be able to play when I came home. That satisfied him. I walked with him to his room and much to my amazement it was super clean! I mean, everything was put back in it's proper place. The bed was done too! It's not everyday that your kid cleans his room without being told. I praised him for the surprise and that made him happy.
The hubby and I sat down towards the end of the day and talked. We talked about Moco and his new attitude. We've been through a lot with him...so we are not sure what to expect. We hope and pray that the tantrums and everything else will improve now that he is an official part of our family. We know our lives have.
So today is the 29th. It started early as Moco woke up at 3 a.m. We really don't know why except for the fact that Moco said "it's a new day." I went back to bed and he stayed up to just play in his room for a while. When I came back out at 7 a.m., he was serving himself breakfast and chatting it up with Grandma. He finished and asked if I had to go to work. I told him I did, but we would be able to play when I came home. That satisfied him. I walked with him to his room and much to my amazement it was super clean! I mean, everything was put back in it's proper place. The bed was done too! It's not everyday that your kid cleans his room without being told. I praised him for the surprise and that made him happy.
The hubby and I sat down towards the end of the day and talked. We talked about Moco and his new attitude. We've been through a lot with him...so we are not sure what to expect. We hope and pray that the tantrums and everything else will improve now that he is an official part of our family. We know our lives have.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
6 months...
It's official. We just received notice of our Adoption Hearing. We'll be adopting Moco at the end of this month.
The days of checking in with our caseworker will be gone. The fear that a bruise he received from being a typical boy will turn into a a child abuse investigation will cease. His asking if whether or not we are going to keep for another month will be answered (although, there are still days when we stop to think about it).
Small changes have begun to take place. He will no longer have a multitude of last names to choose from (he's been in 13 foster homes, and he would use whatever last name the foster parents had; which made school work fun). The three of us sit together to have talks and make decisions. He no longer fears the thought of being alone. He looks forward to the future and the thought of being with us until we die. (His words, not mine.)
Adoption is by no means an easy road. It's a very difficult one. The closer we have get to finalizing it, the more the kid throws tantrums. Testing us with every fiber in his being. He thinks "this will be one that sends me someplace else"...we think "how can he scream for 3 hours non-stop? what were we thinking with this kid?" The journey is by no means over. We've got plenty more road to travel. Now, whether it's going to a smooth or rocky one is the question.
The days of checking in with our caseworker will be gone. The fear that a bruise he received from being a typical boy will turn into a a child abuse investigation will cease. His asking if whether or not we are going to keep for another month will be answered (although, there are still days when we stop to think about it).
Small changes have begun to take place. He will no longer have a multitude of last names to choose from (he's been in 13 foster homes, and he would use whatever last name the foster parents had; which made school work fun). The three of us sit together to have talks and make decisions. He no longer fears the thought of being alone. He looks forward to the future and the thought of being with us until we die. (His words, not mine.)
Adoption is by no means an easy road. It's a very difficult one. The closer we have get to finalizing it, the more the kid throws tantrums. Testing us with every fiber in his being. He thinks "this will be one that sends me someplace else"...we think "how can he scream for 3 hours non-stop? what were we thinking with this kid?" The journey is by no means over. We've got plenty more road to travel. Now, whether it's going to a smooth or rocky one is the question.
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