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the blessings of older child adoption, instant motherhood, and living to blog about it.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.kekukila.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>347</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Kekukilacom" /><feedburner:info uri="kekukilacom" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FSXo8eSp7ImA9WhVTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-7241000619137307128</id><published>2012-02-23T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T19:20:18.471-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-23T19:20:18.471-05:00</app:edited><title>Being ok with one - if that's what He wants</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/7241000619137307128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=7241000619137307128" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/7241000619137307128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/7241000619137307128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/6xYgGTNxNJQ/being-ok-with-one-if-thats-what-he.html" title="Being ok with one - if that's what He wants" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDTEFHLAgqY/T0bVgj8u9DI/AAAAAAAACjE/cX55uwaUdXU/s72-c/fogarty_note.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I imagined being the mother to two children, maybe three, but certainly no more than three.

I imagined being a working woman, gracefully balancing a career and motherhood.

I imagined a lot of things that didn't go the way I imagined.

I have come to the place where I am content with my family, as-is.

We have a friend. His name is Brad. He has the gift of descernment. The gift of seeing past 
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I have a big announcement, a lot of life to download and compile into a post for your enjoyment, but first I wanted to share with you the winner of the "Three Little Words" book giveaway.

The emails I received were so encouraging, and so diverse. From a college student who wants to eventually go
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So, if you've not emailed me to share
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It's fun to look at photos of previous birthdays, and see how much they grown.





11th 




12th




13th

And it's equally enjoyable thinking ahead to what the new year of life will bring.

I did all of those things as I prepared for our daughter's 13th birthday. 

And yet, in my mind, I also thought of the 
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Do you ever feel so happy for someone else you literally cry?

Are you ever filled with so much love for someone you wish you could put it into words and share it with that person?

If you ask me those questions, I'd answer with a resounding yes.




I'm so proud of what K is accomplishing lately.

So impressed by the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hhT_4ILOq46i7RC5zr-B2_NYcB0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hhT_4ILOq46i7RC5zr-B2_NYcB0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~4/yYVWe3UJPvY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kekukila.com/2012/01/do-you-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4NRH89fip7ImA9WhRUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-3253713885658521062</id><published>2012-01-28T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:09:55.166-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T16:09:55.166-05:00</app:edited><title>Celebrating Two Years of ImmediateMom.com</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/3253713885658521062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=3253713885658521062" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/3253713885658521062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/3253713885658521062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/mZsKg8h-YTc/celebrating-two-years-of.html" title="Celebrating Two Years of ImmediateMom.com" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Two years. That's practically infancy in the world of blogging.

Two years ago I opened my heart to readers all over the world, and allowed you a glimpse into my life as an adoptive mom-to-be.

The year that has passed since my first anniversary has been just as exciting — full of change. 

We sold our home (the only one K really felt was hers), and moved hours north to live near (and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HvyEwaVqrksJSliysDeHNXtZBuI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HvyEwaVqrksJSliysDeHNXtZBuI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~4/mZsKg8h-YTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kekukila.com/2012/01/celebrating-two-years-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMARXk_eSp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-6808846762996845069</id><published>2012-01-27T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:44:04.741-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T14:44:04.741-05:00</app:edited><title>Friday phone dump</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/6808846762996845069/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=6808846762996845069" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/6808846762996845069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/6808846762996845069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/b1oxLwmGN_Y/friday-phone-dump.html" title="Friday phone dump" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzesyrjphEI/TyL8guA37sI/AAAAAAAAChI/cYNwfBH9Kbo/s72-c/Jan27.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Some pics I took on my phone while out and about...




1. How embarassing, I *almost* wore the exact same thing to Target, but my camo overalls were dirty.

2. Gorgeous pink sunsets in our new city

3. K and her cousins hanging out

4. Our sweet "space dog" showing off his cone of shame.

5. A beach serenade from my sweetie.

6. I know the "Miles to E" countdown allows for some wiggle room.
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How has K changed since you first met her?
Wow - how has she NOT changed - that would have been an easier question to answer. The first, and most obvious way, is physically. She's about to turn 13, so the sweet little 10-year-old girl we met is now 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LfhLF5r8tUFojlBzzUbLW7qfw80/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LfhLF5r8tUFojlBzzUbLW7qfw80/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~4/hW4HidJXvMw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kekukila.com/2012/01/saturday-q-with-immediatemom-2nd.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNQX84cCp7ImA9WhRUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-9158937701944620427</id><published>2012-01-20T14:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:24:50.138-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T14:24:50.138-05:00</app:edited><title>I get angry sometimes</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/9158937701944620427/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=9158937701944620427" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/9158937701944620427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/9158937701944620427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/j9liRrtK3Dk/i-get-angry-sometimes.html" title="I get angry sometimes" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvm7Bd7t6R8/Txm-qsaXoUI/AAAAAAAACgo/gnDI_4L3-gw/s72-c/DSC_6229_BW.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I get angry sometimes.

I get angry when I think about the things people said about my daughter - the labels they put on her and the things they said she'd never achieve.




I get angry on her behalf - because, she doesn't know the great limits they tried to place on her.



She doesn't know what they said about her "low I.Q."



She doesn't know how they tried to discourage us from persuing her
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mZOeqHP7l8y4TBiCtE2yqnkmjn0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mZOeqHP7l8y4TBiCtE2yqnkmjn0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~4/j9liRrtK3Dk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kekukila.com/2012/01/i-get-angry-sometimes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cCQXg6eyp7ImA9WhRVFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-565987359064919160</id><published>2012-01-14T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:31:00.613-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-14T10:31:00.613-05:00</app:edited><title>Saturday Q&amp;A with ImmediateMom</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/565987359064919160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=565987359064919160" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/565987359064919160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/565987359064919160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/gT3MpoJLo6w/saturday-q-with-immediatemom.html" title="Saturday Q&amp;A with ImmediateMom" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP7nEUQubbA/TxBz3Wwg0MI/AAAAAAAACgM/lqksreB59qM/s72-c/100_3853.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">By far, the question I receive most about our older-child adoption experience is, "Is she bonded to you as her mother?"

I love this question. 

And when I tell people I love the question I think they're surprised. Maybe because they feared asking it in the first place? Maybe they worried I would be offended?

Quite the contrary. 

It's the question at the heart of every adoption - can a child 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1XHXC4soElj0JfQ931lpqA-2jkw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1XHXC4soElj0JfQ931lpqA-2jkw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~4/gT3MpoJLo6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kekukila.com/2012/01/saturday-q-with-immediatemom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GQXwzeCp7ImA9WhRVFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-9026210039925008443</id><published>2012-01-13T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:57:00.280-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T16:57:00.280-05:00</app:edited><title>That moment when you realize you've got it easy</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/9026210039925008443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=9026210039925008443" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/9026210039925008443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/9026210039925008443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/sTW7Ag2h_xI/that-moment-when-you-realize-youve-got.html" title="That moment when you realize you've got it easy" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I blog hop a lot. With the holidays, and some mental health days thrown in, I've missed quite a bit in the lives of some bloggers I follow.

Sick children. Challenging overseas adoption stories. A woman facing another separation from her husband. The immeasurable hurt of a miscarriage.

Tough, tough stuff.

I'm humbled.

God showed us such favor in 2011. 

Even before we had clarity of purpose, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sXjCtG830aZaJy_XcWHXvgmVq00/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sXjCtG830aZaJy_XcWHXvgmVq00/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~4/sTW7Ag2h_xI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kekukila.com/2012/01/that-moment-when-you-realize-youve-got.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHRXw7fCp7ImA9WhRVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-5499683359415499410</id><published>2012-01-12T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:45:34.204-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T20:45:34.204-05:00</app:edited><title>The things I should know</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/5499683359415499410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=5499683359415499410" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/5499683359415499410?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/5499683359415499410?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/X5lLKDjvi2s/things-i-should-know.html" title="The things I should know" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It was her classmate's birthday yesterday. She couldn't wait to get to school and sing Happy Birthday to her pal.

I walked her in and spent some time talking with a few other moms. 

As the bell rang, kids grabbed backpacks and started to shuffle off to class.

But not my daughter.

K comes literally running over, and in a hurried, breathless fashion she asks a simple question.

Mom, what time 
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Previous words of the year have included contentment (2009 battling childlessness), joy (the year I became a mother), determination (last year as we faced big parenting decisions and a challenging move). 

Good stuff, right?

No such luck for
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Fj5KZsyRqIlD_1cCPw6m3sbczU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Fj5KZsyRqIlD_1cCPw6m3sbczU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~4/6bbSJTfeHH8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kekukila.com/2012/01/waiting-for-important-word.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08CR3gzeip7ImA9WhRWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236132352832399278.post-1875063790796317276</id><published>2012-01-01T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:57:46.682-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T19:57:46.682-05:00</app:edited><title>Her first big fall</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kekukila.com/feeds/1875063790796317276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236132352832399278&amp;postID=1875063790796317276" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/1875063790796317276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236132352832399278/posts/default/1875063790796317276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Kekukilacom/~3/FWtY_l8NAHo/her-first-big-fall.html" title="Her first big fall" /><author><name>ImmediateMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07291795035722623901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f9ImNs9obqo/TKylO0q8aaI/AAAAAAAAB2U/W1MmwvPo9Z0/S220/DSCF0100_rev2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v4BXKIszBfg/TwD-uCeD6sI/AAAAAAAACeA/iwG-AMcyf9k/s72-c/P1010023.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Learning to be a parent sadly must include that moment when you sit by and watch your child take risks. The last few days my daughter has risked A LOT... and today the first big fall happened, in front of my eyes.



I was powerless to stop it.

It happened in slow motion.

I couldn't get to her quickly enough.





And yet I knew I couldn't and shouldn't rush to her side either.





She had to 
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Greetings from the land where Christmas continues ... where gifts amuse us ... where horses are learning to contain their energy enough to let people ride ... where dogs share sticks ... and fluffy pink saddle pads and beautiful white saddles dress up an already beautiful horse.



Happy New Year!!!









  






















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I could give you a million excuses. I could explain that I had a birthday to celebrate, or that my husband's youngest brother got married in an "all hands on deck" style wedding, or that K finished up her second quarter with a tons of tests and quizes, or that it's a week until 
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It was a breezy and cool day for our area. The weather must have kept most kids inside, so we had the large playground to ourselves.

Well, except for one other little boy and his mom.

He was an excitable school-aged boy, 7-years-old as we would learn. His name is Luke.

He was clearly different.

He spoke in 
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That's the number of actual days K lived in her last foster placement. We've never calculated it before. And if you ask her, she would say she was with her previous foster mom for two-and-a-half years. Sometimes that estimation grows to "almost three years."

520 days.

One year, five months, and four days.

A far cry from almost three years (which is 1,095 days for those other nerdy 
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Ten years is the majority of her life.

Really, ten years is a third of my life (ok, more or less...)

Ten years is how long my husband has been by my side. A decade together as husband and wife. A decade living our vows daily. Forgiving daily. Loving daily.






Ten years in sickness and in health, but thankfully more health than
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It was, by far, my most read post since I began this blog more than a year ago.

The post was also picked up by media and networking sites (Blogher.com and others) and I pray it encouraged others who wonder how children who have experienced trauma early in life can grow and be healed through 
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What did your family do over Thanksgiving? 









Oh, mine?









You know...







The ususal...











Ate too much, stayed up way too late...







 Got up way too early...







Taught nephews to wear Bluetooth headsets connected to iPhones...











And watched rockets soar up...up...and away... 


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I'm guest blogging over at Forever, For Always, No Matter What today... head over and read the rest of this little bit I put together for her month of posts highlighting all types of adoptions:



Our 
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I put on a brave face a lot. And generally I am a happy person. I love my life, my family and being thrust into parenthood is both exciting and overwhelming even a year after the fact.

But there are those moments that push me to my breaking point and today that happened to occur in the aisles of my
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Then there are days when I allow myself the luxury of a "self-high-five" and acknowledge that I've done something so right in my little world.

There are days when I'm the last to get that email, or remember that birthday, or submit that assignment by deadline.

Then there are other 
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In every blogger's life I believe there is a topic that, until the right time, remains "unbloggable". For me, this post will address that topic. This is my unbloggable topic.

The adoption of our daughter at the age of 11 just last summer could possibly be the most significant thing I've done in my life, rivaled only by coming to a saving knowledge of Christ in my twenties, and marrying my 
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