Doodle Bug and Marmalade

One of my favourite blogs, Harlow's Monkey, brought my attention to this couple-I'm so pleased to learn of them, it gives me hope.

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For two years now Doodle has been asking for a dog. I've done dogs and I don't want to go there again! Well, I think we've found the answer for the time being. Doodle hitched her little sister up to a dog leash and they are both delighted with the arrangement. Marm woofs and pants, Doodle pets her and takes her everywhere she goes.

Jen and Dave are waking up as I type to prepare to meet their new daughter, Ali. Its been two and a half years of trials and waiting but the day is finally here. Hooray!!!

http://journey2ali.blogspot.com/

I have screamed, yelled,prayed and pondered-WHY??? Why would God give Keith and I such a yearning to be parents and not give us children? Why take us soooo far through that we were ok with it and then allow it to rain down on us again. Adoption-ok, I can accept that it was his plan but adoption has been an upstream swim, too. It is long, costly and thankless(queried, probed and investigated) We felt bullied at times by the "process".

And then there are the girls They are soooo much more than I imagined or dreamed. I'm so pleased to have them. Being their mom is the closest I have ever come to absolute contentment.I can't think of anything else I have ever enjoyed as much.

Well, its taken a year of being a mother of two to realize "the reason". I needed to go thru that lengthy drawn out battle so that I would be ok enough with myself alone so that I would be able to deal with their GRIEF. It sucks to watch them cycle through it. Their little bodies seem to have memorized the season of their losses. Doodle has a specific time of year that stinks for her and passes. The first year has passed for Marmalade and she is such a happy and well adjusted kid that its easy to forget that she is sad and has endured loss. In the past few weeks, for the first time, she can express herself clearly enough to convey how much she misses her former life. She likes to talk to me about it at night when I tuck her in and I'm grateful for the dark cuz its hard not to cry as I hear how its been for her. As she has begun opening up to me, her tantruming and raging has ground to a halt.

I really identified with this woman's take on grief and adoption loss.

Grieving

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A Rose of the Orient

On a loom rests silks threads
In all shades of red's passion and joys of green
A tapestry of nature takes shape of all to be seen.
Stitch by Stitch
Fine, strong, lustrous threads
Dance their colors forth and shades past in mid summers sun.
One woman's creation, another has just begun.
One woman has started and the other takes in hand,
A Rose created and brought to another land,
Illuminated by the sun the petals full unfold,
A mystical treasure of the orient I do hold.
In life is a gift om all that it bestows,
I am Rose
I am Rose
To have and to hold.


Please join us in praying for Marmalade's friends, The Wickershams Their family is undergoing some really tough stuff this week and our prayers could really help.