Friday, February 26, 2010
My mom had sent a St. Paddy's Day card and a few photos, including this one of her dog. Abe was a little freaked out by the dog last time they saw each other. She also sent a photo of a plate of "real Southern food." But come on, Mama! You think I don't feed our son grits, cornbread, black-eyed peas, greens, mac-n-cheese?
Every child should have a grandparent who sends them mail, especially mail with a hand-drawn four-leaf clover with a face growing out of the middle of it.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Inspired words can be found by going to Courtney's blog for her post called "Sharing." Also, go to Julie's blog to read her post "Thoughts at Six Months Home," a post that should and will be a new classic in adoption literature, a must-read for anyone with any connection to adoption. Both of these women I am lucky enough to call "real-life friends" as well as blogging friends. Both of these posts had me blubbering.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Have you ever seen
in your life
than the way the sun,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
that fills you,
as the sun
as it warms you
as you stand there,
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Then we watched this on our Muppet Show Season 2 dvd and figured it's probably the sweetest thing ever recorded.
"I see friends shakin' hands, saying 'how do you do?' They're really saying 'I love you'." That just may be one of my favorite lines ever written.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Who is this kid? How did we get so lucky?
...added later... I don't mean to paint a picture of Abe as being this perfect, angelic 2-year-old or us as perfect, angelic parents. I should have added to this post that about ten minutes after above incident, Abe has lost interest in his food and is playing with his plate, something we've told him not to do. As I try to put a bite in his mouth, his flailing arms knock the spoon out of my hand and lentils go flying. I silently stood up and walked away, leaving Ted to clean up the mess.
Also, we have decided on a date and place for the Ethiopian Diaspora-Ethiopian Adoptive Families gathering! Mark your calendars for March 20th. If you'd like to receive an invitation and haven't sent me your email address, go ahead and write me at ourownrooney at gmail dot com so I can add you to the evite. We're working out a couple of details now; the evites should be going out soon.
Completely unrelated to anything with this adoption: I found a set of photos I took in Croatia in 2002 and have been reminiscing about a time that feels like a lifetime away. Did that trip really happen? Is that really me?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
He saw us getting out of the car and waved. I waved back, and Abe took off running towards him. Zerabruk said, "Abenezer!" and held out both of his arms towards the tiny Ethiopian running full-speed his direction. Zerabruk swooped Abe up in his arms, hugging him and saying, "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou," one of his best English phrases. He then carried Abe inside, following behind me as I led the way in to the class.
Sometimes a simple "I love you" and bear hug can over-ride any language barrier.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
"Because my hair might fall out."
Earlier this afternoon, as we sat on the front steps after a ride on the tricycle, he crashed into me, head-first, yelling, "I love you my whole life!"
He regularly tells us, "That don't make any sense."
Later tonight, on the couch in the basement, I made him slow down from the constant movement to sit facing me on my lap. I told him I wanted to tell him something. With wide open eyes, raised eyebrows, complete attention staring directly into my eyes,
"What you want to say, Momma?"
In that moment, I couldn't remember. I just said, "You're cute" and kissed his forehead. And my heart nearly burst.