tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post5869205636233860938..comments2010-08-26T17:57:26.208-05:00Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276000726366302069noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-73453293402986533142010-08-26T17:57:26.208-05:002010-08-26T17:57:26.208-05:00This post is beautiful. And so bittersweet for me because our foster placement (a child who could well become our adopted child) is really in danger of failing right now and I&#39;m grasping at straws to figure out how to hold on. Kids from the hard places... yep, that describes my kiddo.Brynahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04000922121845335824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-27453986098517822672008-12-03T11:07:00.000-06:002008-12-03T11:07:00.000-06:00Found you through Tongga Momma.<BR/><BR/>Exactly. Yes. There. Currently working on a post which starts "We thought we'd have biological kids with no issues and instead are home with (soon) three trans-racially adopted children who were born with birth conditions which will impact their entire lives. Ta da! Where do I buy a ticket."<BR/><BR/>It's no fun parenting the boring kids ...mama dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02977377362847703113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-19132689611158905822008-11-26T11:48:00.000-06:002008-11-26T11:48:00.000-06:00Since discovering your blog, I feel conflicted each week as I create my Sunday links - I don't know which one to choose as they are all so informative and from-the-heart.<BR/><BR/>And I agree with CC. "It takes a village to keep a special needs parent from jumping out a window." Absolutely classic!a Tonggu Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02793668358074527237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-63712295418460347862008-11-26T04:53:00.000-06:002008-11-26T04:53:00.000-06:00I have to tell you that since I've been reading your blog adoption is something I am praying about . . . thanks for your honesty and insight. I'm just going to keep praying and watching what God is doing in my husband. . . it seems pretty impossible but when I look at the world and ask God what I have to give this is the thing that keeps coming back to me.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08944990982584233095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-25273586196147239002008-11-26T00:53:00.000-06:002008-11-26T00:53:00.000-06:00Christine-thanks for the comment. The laughter was deep and pain-inducing. :) I was wondering where all of your recycled toity paper was coming from!<BR/><BR/>I went in with my eyes open, but I don't think you can ever really know until you are living it. I fail a million times a day.... God's mercies are precious.<BR/><BR/> I know now we would say yes to many things we checked no to, too.Sean's Ladieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11768581775015177727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-50977832973063832492008-11-25T15:33:00.000-06:002008-11-25T15:33:00.000-06:00Great post Christine. That's all we can all do, is pray, and keep trying!angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12822563715893364831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-87145091153567929792008-11-25T14:09:00.000-06:002008-11-25T14:09:00.000-06:00Haven't lost your mind, Accidental Mommy. You're just a mom. Those kids ... those crazy kids ... they have magical powers over us.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07276000726366302069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-57635114054165529302008-11-25T13:51:00.000-06:002008-11-25T13:51:00.000-06:00"You know what they say: it takes a village to keep a special needs parent from jumping out a window.<BR/><BR/><BR/>What?<BR/><BR/>Is that not what they say? "<BR/><BR/><BR/>Absolutely. Classic.CChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01537821831479150677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-36770461615409637562008-11-25T13:16:00.000-06:002008-11-25T13:16:00.000-06:00Before Hubs and I realized we would ever adopt or that it would be my actual family members, we checked those boxes that said no to almost everything because I wasn't sure that I could take it. <BR/><BR/>I feel that I was right. Let's face it, my husband is a quadriplegic that requires round the clock care and his health changes from one minute to the next. I am his only caregiver. I am the only caregiver for all 5 of my kids as well. No local friends or family. <BR/><BR/>My kids weren't diagnosed until after the fact, even after extensive tests. <BR/><BR/>I don't feel like I can do this. Not Hubs and the kids. I feel like it's all just slipping away and I too feel God is chuckling. <BR/><BR/>But I rant and I rave and I scream and I blame and somehow... I still get up and keep going. <BR/><BR/>I can't even say why anymore...and sometimes...sometimes I really lose my mind and start thinking it wouldn't be so bad to add some biological children to the mix. <BR/><BR/>Have I lost my mind Christine? lolAccidental Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03249582936717929919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-23031617111645192142008-11-25T11:40:00.000-06:002008-11-25T11:40:00.000-06:00Oh yes that IS what they say. Well, at least it's what I've always thought...<BR/><BR/>Thank you for being part of my "village"!<BR/><BR/>NLA in NYCBooBshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06301391149028056217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-23417359270781399792008-11-25T10:42:00.000-06:002008-11-25T10:42:00.000-06:00So, I should not jump...then? That's what you're saying, right? It would be wrong to jump.familygregghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06288666767408425096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570547.post-34674442327484415902008-11-25T08:47:00.000-06:002008-11-25T08:47:00.000-06:00Great post. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>(See? Not stalking any more. Ha!)Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829703881631656220noreply@blogger.com