Adoption Story – Part 5

I have been in Green Bay since Wednesday night.  Mom went into the hospital the day after I arrived.  She had another surgery and now she is at home resting until God calls her home.  For the entire time she was in the hospital she was joking, sleeping and just being Janet.

Now she is unresponsive yet still every bit “Janet”.  I rub her feet.  I put chap stik on her mouth.  I slept beside her bed last night. I counted the seconds between breaths.  I got up to give her morphine.  I put water in her mouth.  The hospice nurse came in the middle of night and I think I slept better when I knew someone was at least taking care of her.  This morning we turned her, the nurse came again and we have watched her throughout the day.  The life is leaving her.  Eternity awaits.

Her breathing is labored and has been since we got her home.

She’s still beautiful.  And I am so thankful to have this time. She gave me life and now I’m watching hers slip into Jesus’ arms.


Adoption Story – Part 4

After Gina made her phone call to this mystical mommy creature named Janet I got a phone call back from her.  Janet did, indeed, want to talk with me.  Gina gave me her phone number.  I nervously pondered whether I wanted to call or not.  I was about to make this mystical person in my head real.

Beside myself with nerves I finally dialed the number.  I can’t remember how long we talked that night but we talked on the phone for hours.  It was so strange to be telling my mom about my life growing up.  One thing we had in common was that we were both Mary Kay Consultants.  It’s a wonderful family to belong to and so nice to have some common ground.

For the next few days I felt as if in a dream.  Life seemed surreal. It was almost like an out of body experience.

I’ve often wondered how my mom has come to grips with seeing me as a baby and then as a 38 year old woman.  I know she has always thought of me as “Lynn”….the sweet baby she gave away so I could have a better life.  At our meeting I had grown up, developed my own personality, and was married.  How do you link the two differences?  For me, I was meeting someone I had never known but for her she was being reunited with a grown woman who was once her baby.

I know now that she was able to care for me for a period of time after my birth.  In 1965 things were done differently than they are now.  And the home she lived in provided a chance for moms to stay with their children for several weeks after their birth.  They were assigned different duties in the house but everyone took their turn with the babies.  She also got to see me right before I was adopted.  When we found each other she gave me the cross she had sent with me but was not allowed to leave for my adopted parents.  What a sweet thing to have.

As I write I am sitting in the airport waiting on my plane to go see her one last time.  Her battle with cancer will soon end and she’ll be standing at the feet of Jesus rejoicing with all the other Christians who have gone before her.

Our first meeting was on Mother’s Day.  Our last, on this earth, will be before Thanksgiving.  How appropriate.  I am thankful for having the time with her that I’ve had.  We first talked on my half sister’s birthday.  She was the person who put the information into the computer on the adoption website many years ago.  I have her to thank for having both my birth mom and birth father in my life now.

I think back on that Mother’s Day many years ago and remember looking at her, my half brother and half sister and thinking, “Wow.  I look like these people.”  For those not adopted it is an amazing connection that most just take for granted.

Since our first meeting which was awkward, wonderful and a million other things we have gotten to see one another quite a bit even though she lives in WI.  Her brother, my uncle, lives in NC so I try to meet her there each time  she visits them.  This visit will be my last.  I was blessed to be able to spend my first alone time with her in September.  We had five days together, just the two of us.  There was a blessed peace, a quietness, a playfulness we were able to experience all on our own.  And it was then I realized it was our first time where it was just us.  No outside distractions.  We slept.  We ate.  We slept more.  It was quiet.  We both enjoyed ourselves so very much.

Now as I am off to see her for the last time I draw on the time we had together in September.

And I’m thankful for her, her choice, and her ever closer meeting with The One We Love.


Day 29- Adoption Story – Part 3

I got out of the tub after dwelling on this “new information” and told my husband what had just happened.

“I’m going upstairs to see what I can find on the computer”

After browsing on the computer for a while I found several websites that would match birth parents to birth children if the information entered matched.  I really felt as if I was in no man’s land.  I wasn’t sure I had filled out the information properly and I remember the websites seemed a little confusing.  I did what I could, entered my junk email address and told the Lord the rest was up to him.

In the next few weeks I really forgot about that night.  I had three little ones at the time and “me time” was always on the back burner.  Then one evening, after the children were in bed, I remembered.  I seldom check my junk email accounts so this was not something that would have appeared in my daily inbox.

Upon checking my email there was a note from someone named Gina in NY who searched adoption sites for matches.  She was not part of any company, just an interested party.  This made me hesitant in contacting her.  I decided to email her and see what she had found.  She emailed back and sent me the link where I could see all of the birth mom’s information.  Everything matched.  I had a sister named Jill, a brother named Jeff and the birth mom’s name was Janet.  I thought how ironic that I’m Julie!

I called Gina and talked with her.  She told me her story of giving up a child for adoption when she was young.  In doing so she explained why she searched and helped others.  She was a wonderful woman and a Christian which made me even more at ease with her involvement.

In NC adoptions are closed meaning even if both the mother and child want to contact one another they can not.  No information is given out from the adoption center.  The only alternative are websites like the ones I visited.  Even so, I decided to call the lady I knew at the adoption agency who had provided me with all “non-identifying” information allowed by the state.  I basically had a two page report about my parents, grandparents etc. that told occupation, interests, ages at my birth, height, eye color and hair color.  That was it.  If there were any known illnesses in the family that information was also provided.

The sweet woman at the adoption agency said she could not disclose my mother’s name even if I had a name to give her.  I explained to her how I didn’t want to pursue a relationship with this woman if she really was not my birth mom.  She understood and told me if I gave her the name she would tell me whether or not she thought it might be worth checking into.  There was a long pause and when she said, “This might be worth checking into” I felt my insides do a roller coaster flip.  I started crying.  “Really?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied.

Of course I knew I was adopted……

knew there was a mom out there…..

but had I ever thought I would actually talk with her, much less meet her?

The honest answer was “NO”!  Everything about her had always been so abstract.  Nothing about her was tangible, real, do-able.

The next phone call was to Gina again.  I told her what I had been told.  I cried with her.  I admitted I was scared.  I did not want to make the first phone call.  Would she please call and talk to her and then call me?  I was still uncertain if she wanted me in her life but the fact her information was out there told me it was a possibility.  Gina agreed to try and find her.  Some of the information on the website was old.  The phone numbers were not current.  The information was 9 years old.

Had she been hoping to find me for that long???

More tomorrow…..


Day 28 – My Adoption Story -Part 2

I enjoyed so many things as a child.  I fished at the crack of dawn with my dad for bass.  The grape fire-tailed worm was my favorite because it smelled like grape kool-aid.  I don’t think my husband believed there was such a thing until my dad gave him a bag of them about a year ago.  I could have slept with those things!!!!

I also rode horses during high school which kept me out of some trouble.  All you moms and dads out there…..have a good hobby going for your kids before high school.  What you spend in money you will save in grief.  I loved the barn and everything about horses.  Most of my time was spent there.  I’d grown up with all the horse posters and statues in my room and read Black Beauty a million times.

Thinking back I believe the horses replaced Holly Hobbie.  {I wish I still had those sheets!}

I wasn’t a big hit with the boys in high school which was half ok and half not ok.  I went to college by the beach and loved every moment of that.  I didn’t study much but I had what I thought was fun.  Now I see it as nonsense.

After college I worked several jobs I hated until I fell into advertising.  I loved it.  I was good at it.  I made money doing it.

But 5 years into that job and I still felt an empty hole inside.  It was a hole only the Lord could fill and that He did.  I made a lot of changes in my life.  God made even more.  I found an awesome church and entered Christian recovery, I quit my job, met the man I’m now married to and then moved to Memphis, TN after living in a small town for 29 years.

We moved to KY after TN and it was there I had my first two kids.  After three years in KY it was off to SC where God kept us for 10 years and we had two more children.  So my kids grew up there.  We found a church we loved.  We’d been married five plus years and worked out a lot of kinks.  {Oh yea, we still work them out!}

That is why our move to FLA has been so difficult.  All of us had tight “real-life” relationships in SC.  We miss those relationships to this day.

It was while we were in SC and I just have to tell you like it happened….

I was in the bathtub one night reading, put down my book, and asked God what he would have me learn from what I’d read.  There was nothing for a few minutes and then clear as a bell I heard in my heart of hearts, “It’s time to find your birthmom.”

More tomorrow!!


Day 27 – Things left unsaid- OPENNESS Adoption Story -Part 1

I was reading another blog about things left unsaid and it caused me to think.

You’ve not heard the story of my adoption.

I was a wee 8 weeks old when my parents adopted me.  I remember my mother telling me she didn’t sleep at all the night they got the call.  They were to come pick me up the next day.  Can you imagine an adoption going that way today?  The cost?  Nothing.   I shake my head at the thought.

I grew up with another adopted brother whom I look a lot alike.   Then as the old story goes my mom was pregnant with my little sister about a month after they adopted my brother.

Then there were three.  My parents talked about how special we were and what a blessing adoption was to them.  I almost felt sorry for people who where “just born.”  I was born and then chosen.

My dad traveled quite a bit while I was growing up.  I took dance lessons, knew both of my grandparents on dad’s side and my grandmother and great grandparents on my mom’s side.  I swam on the swim team.  I rode horses later in life until I went to college.  Life was wonderful.  I had a best friend.  We met in 1st grade.  We’d ride bikes and talk about my birthmom, imagining she was a queen of some lovely castle and would one day come and sweep us away of all that ails a 12 or 14 year old girl.

I didn’t look like anyone in my family except my also adopted brother.  Which made other thinks maybe it was my sister who was adopted.  As a grown up I now see so much of my mom and grandmother in her.  How could she have ever been adopted?

We shared a room growing up.  I was a pig and she was neat.  I was mean and she was nice.

We roamed the neighborhood, rode bikes everywhere, played flash light tag and learned UNO on our neighbors back porch.  We made forts by the creek, forts in the woods, we fished in the creek, lit firecrackers in the drain that led from the pond on the other side of the road to the creek.  I remember it being big enough to stand upright inside.  Childhood was good.

I wondered about my birth parents but always in a fantasy sort of way.  I never really wondered why they gave me up.  I knew enough about life as an older teenager to know there was pain in the world.  I wondered if my mom had made a decision out of pain and love…one that was best for me.  But I wondered if coming back into her life would bring back painful memories of a time long ago.  So I let what would be be.  I prayed for her at times.  I wondered if I had any other brothers and sisters but it still was all in a “just wondering” sense.  There was no driving force to find her and ask, “Why?”  There was only a sense of wonderment (is that a word?)

Tune in for more of the story on Friday.


31 Days of Openness – Day 8 – God’s Canvas

There is nothing that moves me more than the way God paints his canvas we call earth and sky.  There are times my camera can not capture the beauty and breathtaking display I see before me.  However, every once in a while I capture something that still moves me when I see it downloaded onto my computer’s hard drive.  The photo above is one of the pictures I took that takes my breath away.

The color…..the majesty….the brilliance of the skies God gives to us is just a glimpse into His greatness, His love for me and His ability to do more than my little brain could ever comprehend.

What moves you?  Is it the bird chirping in the tree?  The tiny frog hopping across the sidewalk?  Or is it something huge like the Grand Canyon?  I seem to captured by the little things, the things that sometimes go unnoticed.  I can even get caught up in the color of a bug or the creepy way God made one look.  Sometimes it is the wind across my face that feels like a hug from the Holy Spirit.

So……where does God capture your attention??


31 Days of Openness (Combined 2 into 1)

Yesterday I didn’t post.  Why?  Because I slept all day.  I was up to help with school, go to the dr., run an errand or two but otherwise I was in bed.

About once a month my body completely shuts down.  I know a lot of women who push through it but I have learned to listen to my body.  If I’m tired, I’m tired.  So I sleep.  It’s amazing what the next day is like when I listen to what my body is telling me.  I’m usually refreshed and energized and feel so much better.

It’s taken me a long time to listen to myself instead of the world.  Do I get caught up in the world sometimes?  Of course.  But I’m getting better at listening to the Holy Spirit inside of me.  He certainly knows what is best for me.

How about you?  Do you hear that still, small voice?  Do you listen to what your body is telling you?  I’m interested to know how other women approach their lives, their stress and their day to day struggles.

Sometimes a warm blanket cures all!  (See all the other 31 dayers here)


31 Days of Reality (Day 4) GRATITUDE

What is more real that Jesus?

The author, the perfecter……

I wanted to share a recent God moment with you.

When we moved to Florida the first year and a half was hard.  Difficult.  Exhausting.  Sometimes Miserable.

It’s because of that year and a half that my heart is filled with such gratitude now that we are in our own house.  All our furniture has been moved in.  And we’ve found wonderful people to help with the struggles my kids were having.  These are the people at LearningRx.  I blogged about them earlier.

Here are my two masterminds hard at work.  They work for 1 hour and 15 minutes 4 times a day and the results are AMAZING.  Their cognitive thinking skills are going thru the roof.  Yippee!

Part of my gratitude comes from the journey to LearningRx.  We began with counseling, then the psychologist, psychological testing, ADHD diagnosis, recommendation for me to send my oldest to school.  Then a friend told me about LearningRx and the leaps and bounds her son was making there.  For $49 testing I was all in.  I learned more from that $49 test than the $800 psychological evaluation!  Yea, I beat myself up about spending that money but I rested in “it was part of the journey” and heaped it into my gratitude pile instead.

Each time I drive up to our home that I fully believe God has given us my heart feels with gratitude.  We have a beautiful home, hand-picked by the Maker himself.

Gratitude.

It changes a life.


LearningRX – Training the Brain

We have found the most amazing center to help our kids.  It is called LeaarningRx.

They are located in many cities across the US (74 Nationwide).  I could try to tell you the science behind it all but I’d fail miserably.  So click on the link, watch the video, read the testimonials and then come back and read what I have to say about this answer from God for our family.

I can tell you the progress I’ve seen in my own children.

My  11 (almost 12) year old and my 7 year old are attending now.  We go for 1 hour and fifteen minutes 4 days a week.  In just 4 weeks I’ve seen my oldest son find school easier, concentration less of a problem and his focus laser sharp (at times). Remember, we are still in process.

We are attending for 12 to 24 weeks.  My son recently took a Math Test that in the past would take him about 2 hours to finish and he completed it in about 15 minutes.  His grade?  100!!!  I was so proud of him and I could tell he was proud of himself.  Yesterday when I got up at 6:45 he had already finished his school work.  He had gotten up at 5:45 for some reason.  Thank you God!!!!!

Yesterday my daughter decided to do “double school work”.  We call days the kids can’t concentrate and double up the next day “double school work days.”  She read 5 pages from her “My First Bible” to me in the car yesterday and whizzed through 4 pages of Math.  She has struggled in the past with adding quarters and dimes, nickels and pennies to find the sum of the coins.  Yesterday she wouldn’t even let me help her and did it all on her own getting all of them right.  Mama June would be so proud!!! (that’s grandma!)

So what is LearningRX?

From a mom’s perspective it’s an hour+ of having wonderful trainers exercise my children’s brains.  They play games, time themselves and then try to beat those times.  Each day, each minute is a success for them.  Both of my children can now say their presidents forwards and backwards.  It’s amazing.  My daughter was taught to remember her phone number by making up a funny story with words that rhyme with the numbers (one is sun, zero is hero).  They make up these nonsense stories all by themselves and magically (to moms anyway) the numbers stick.

Everyone here at the Jacksonville, FL LEARNINGRX has been super wonderful.  They have taught me a lot about cognitive thinking skills and teaching the brain to process information faster, hold on to information longer and how every child can succeed.   They work with people who have had brain injuries, early dementia, ADHD, ADD, Dyslexia and kids (and parents who just want to remember grocery lists) or want to use that wonderful muscle called a brain  God has given us.  So go ahead …. pick up the phone and call.  The testing is less than $100 compared to the $800 I spent at the psychologist where I got no help in “what to do next”.

I am thankful for the path that has led us to Learning RX.  It’s made me even more thankful for the progress I see in my children.

What can I say…..I love you guys man!!!

(Check out Perfecting Parenthood’s blog here)

 

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Of Mice and Men…

What does this title have to do with my post today?

Nothing.

It’s just what has been on my heart this morning.  I’m not sure what it means. It is Sunday.  We had a busy weekend and chose to stay home this am.  But my heart follows after my Maker nonetheless.  I feel so thankful lately.  It’s been a hard year and a half and God has brought us out of the valley towards the mountain top.  I breathe a little easier.  I remember the biggest lesson I’ve learned.  That lesson has been TODAY.  That is all we have.  When I live in the now I feel Him so close…inside and out.  Our new house even with the boxes still awaiting my touch I feel peaceful, not frazzled.  This morning the wind is blowing and I type on my screened in back porch.  Laura Story is playing on my Ipod.  GRACE.  I love that song.  It reminds me of how tiny I am and how huge my God is.  I think of my journey this past year and a half.

I would have never thought I’d live where I do…in this community, it’s beautiful.  I imagined myself out of town somewhere on a couple acres with some chickens and farm fresh eggs, but I live in a country club.  That blows my mind.  I’m not a county club girl in any way.  I’m a rule breaker.  The one who goes against the grain.  The green egg in a dozen brown eggs.  The one that raises her hands in worship when no one else will.  That’s just me.  God made me that way.  And it’s beautiful when it’s under the control of the Holy Spirit.

I am also in awe of where he has lead our family where school and learning is concerned.  Learning RX is an amazing tool he is using in our lives to change the way my children learn.  My sweet oldest child took a 24 problem math test on Friday and made a 100 on it.  Six months ago that test would have taken him half the day.  Friday he did it in about 15 minutes.

(Break)

Now it is Wednesday and I can not believe I started this post Sunday and haven’t finished it yet.

This morning I sit at my desktop eating the yummy, buttery muffin and a huge mug of coffee you see above.  My 12 year old woke me up this morning saying, “Mommy, I’m making muffins.  Do you want some coffee?”

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven!

Now he wants my computer so he can do his math.  Guess I’ll be finishing my thoughts here in my next post.  I’m going to try to tell you the story of meeting my birthmom as well as the story of how God led us to the house we now live in.

Ta Ta for now…


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