Denver Family Story

The Teenage Years: They Happen to the Best of Us

With Mother’s Day this month, I find myself taking a look back through all the years I’ve been a mother. I’ve officially decided that once you have children, time moves at double speed. I can so vividly recall those precious, magical days when my teenage daughter was a toddler – heck, I have SHOES older than her – that I can’t really believe I’m coming up on my 15th year of motherhood. People always joke about how hard it is to raise teenagers, and I’d like to set the record straight on that: I had NO IDEA. In addition to my oldest, I have two sets of twins who are seventeen months apart in age. I had four kids in diapers for YEARS. I have a child with autism. In other words, I feel like I’ve earned a few Mommy Merit Badges! But among all the parenting challenges I’ve faced, nothing ...

To pierce or not to pierce (ears, that is)

“Momma? When can I get my ears pierced?” This was a question I’d anticipated, but not for a few more years. Claire is four-years old, and I knew it would come up eventually. I answered with my standard I’ve-been-caught-off-guard response, which consists of, “Well, that’s a great question!” …stalling, stalling, stalling. “Why do you ask?” …an answer with a question always gives you more time. That’s when I found out a little girl at Claire’s preschool has her ears pierced. The other girls had been talking about this fact at recess. That’s the point in the conversation with Claire that I was able to postpone the true answer by telling her I’d talk to Daddy about it and we’d make a decision about i...

Show your money who’s mom

Guest Blogger Jenna Hallock moved from Pennsylvania to Colorado 10 years ago, right after marrying her favorite man in the world, Mark. Her two other favorite people are daughter Zoe, age 7 and son Elijah, age 4. Love, peace, joy, and kindness are the foundations for her life. She loves to laugh, and she doesn’t have to look far for a giggle with the chaos the four of them bring to the world! (Stock photo by emsago) What I am about to confess to you is very embarrassing. I realize I’m confessing out of my own free will, but that somehow doesn’t make it better. I received a check in the mail yesterday for a good deal of money. It was from our previous mortgage company. I was both excited and suspicious when it arrived. Mostly because it was the third check we’ve rece...

Trying not to be too ready

Guest Blogger Gwen is expecting…for the second time. And once again, no baby bump or stretch-marks will grace her with their pending bambino. Step inside their world of growing a family through adoption. Follow along here at Mile High Mamas and her blog and get a candid feel for the ups, downs, highs, lows and surprises that go hand in hand with the struggles of infertility and the miracle of adoption. I went to BABIES R US…Why did I DO that? We bought baby bedding. I know. Why would we do such a thing? We don’t even have the inkling of a placement at this point in time. I convinced myself that dude needed new sippy cups, so naturally, Babies R Us is the only place that I could go to find said sippy cups. And in lieu of sippy cups, I found baby boy crib bedding. And really cute...

I forgot

Last Monday was one of those days. It was one of those days where tiny little things, as innocuous as single, solitary ants suddenly converge in a mass of creatures that can fell a rainforest. (Stock photo credit: cbicenhour) In the midst of this, was Claire. All she really wanted was for me to help her tie tiny ribbon bows on tiny chicks made of bits of feather or fluffy balls. And, while you’re at it, can you please help glue together more chicks? She’s making a baby bird family, and they need a nest. Why couldn’t I just take a break and help her make a nest out of ribbons? Any good momma bird would do that for her baby chick. I’d take a break every now and then to tie a bow or press two fluffy balls together with glue. I mean, it didn’t look like I was doing anything at all…that is the ...

My Eno n Me

Warning…if you’re male and/or get the heebies hearing words like, “uterus, ovulation, period or stirrups,” you might want to forgo reading this post. I’m going to attempt to tackle the popular question, “Why can’t you get prego and what lead you to adoption?” Bear with me. (stock photo by lusi) I was at the fertility doc last week. Not for fertility treatment…just for a yearly check up on the state of my uterus and its surrounding neighbors. That office and I struggle with a balance of deep fondness and complete repulsion. Part of me wants to sit there all day, just to be surrounded with other women whose everyday reality includes laporoscopies, mysterious bloody masses, hysterosalpingograms, IVF as the only means to getting knocked up,...

Baby Eve

You know that feeling you get in the wee hours of Christmas Eve? You’ve spent weeks shopping, decorated every square inch of your home, made gingerbread houses with the kids, spent a few melancholy moments remembering lost loved ones, wrapping, cooking, baking, sending cards and calling old friends. Now, the moon is high and the Christmas tree is providing the only light in the room. The kids were tucked in hours ago and you and your husband finally pulled out all the Santa gifts. Now, you snuggle on the couch, crack old jokes that nobody else would understand, and feel a huge sense of simultaneous relief and excitement for the joy to come the very next day. That feeling is so rare. That moment – after tremendous work, some tough emotions, silly whims, and then cozy love and comfort – only...

Needles & Fire Drills

My left arm hurts. Actually my right arm does too. Reason…because in order to adopt a child, the government needs to know that I don’t have TB. And that I’m free and clear of sexually transmitted diseases. And that my urine is clean as a whistle. And they need a list of all prescription drugs I’m on at the moment. And then the mother of them all…the Tetanus booster. And while we’re at it, might as well throw in a swine flu, I’m sorry, H1N1, vaccination. So they hacked up my arms yesterday with a series of needles that have left my arms black, blue and sore as the dickens. Then I drove home so my husband could go do the same thing. He was lucky enough to have one additional test done that isn’t possible in my female state. I’ll leave tha...

Grieving Change

Week 32! As people keep telling me, we’re nearly there. (Though time does seem to have stopped now.) I’ve spent the last seven months bucking myself up for this surprise baby and I’m excited! I have 8 weeks left and I am soooooo ready to meet this wee one! (No, we still don’t know the gender.) Construction is done. The girls have moved into their new room. The baby’s room is even looking like a sweet baby’s room! We are getting there. And we have done it with love and joy and humor – emotions I was not particularly feeling on May 27 when I discovered life was about to change completely. But I have recently discovered a new ache. A new emotion. I am grieving the loss of my current relationship with my daughters, Delaney and Allie. Yes, they will still be my daughters and I will still be the...

Expecting, the First Time Around

Guest Blogger Gwen is expecting…for the second time. And once again, no baby bump or stretch-marks will grace her with their pending bambino. Step inside their world of growing a family through adoption. Follow along here at Mile High Mamas and her blog and get a candid feel for the ups, downs, highs, lows and surprises that go hand in hand with the struggles of infertility and the miracle of adoption. We all have our own “stuff.” The “stuff” that drags us down, causes emotional and physical havoc, brings us to tears, causes us to ask “really, why me?” My “stuff” is a charming disease called endometriosis and its sidekick, infertility. They’ve made a career out of working together to make a dynamic duo in my body. For a long time, I cur...