waiting and wanting kids
Magic Works Its… Magic
December 20th, 2011 | holidays and celebrations waiting and wanting kids
How do the pre-solstice, deep-in-winter, wanna hibernate blues lift? It’s magic.
I Guess Not This Year
December 15th, 2011 | holidays and celebrations waiting and wanting kids
I believe in magical thinking, and I try to never say never. But. But. But. I have to admit, we’re not going to get kids this year, not before Hanukkah, Christmas, or New Years. Nope.
Saved Again by Yoga
December 8th, 2011 | daily life waiting and wanting kids
How can it be that something that’s helped so much, again and again, could be something I put off, skip, and delay until the very last minute?
Good Problems
November 30th, 2011 | adoption waiting and wanting kids
While I’m sure I’ve tried everyone’s patience going over my angst and excitement waiting for kids (and I reserve the right to continue complaining as necessary), I feel it’s also important to keep a little perspective. These are good problems to have.
Thankful at Last
November 27th, 2011 | holidays and celebrations waiting and wanting kids
I love all of the holidays, and always have. My mother made my brother and I hunt for Easter Eggs every spring until I was in my 20s. As long as she lived, the holidays were enforced, in a good way.
The Fun Side of Waiting
November 24th, 2011 | waiting and wanting kids
While it’s easy to focus on the worry and planning and unknown part of not yet having our family — or, you could say, of not yet being in our future — anticipation can be fun as well.
Best Camping Trip Ever
November 20th, 2011 | waiting and wanting kids
Part of deciding I really, really was sure I wanted kids has been reviewing my fondest memories with my godson and other friends’ kids.
A Very Long Ache
November 16th, 2011 | waiting and wanting kids
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a tiny, bittersweet heartache at the site of parents with their kids. Usually it’s in the background–far below the smile at the smear of peanut-butter, the laugh at a child’s funny expression or even a colorful tantrum. I love seeing people and their kids, it’s a true joy. But underneath has always been a small, bright prick of loss and feeling excluded from something I really, really want.