The Name Game.

Our GhanaDuo chose “American names” prior to coming to America.  Well, GhanaGal chose, GhanaGuy wanted us to choose for him.  He says he likes his name, but he still won’t call himself or his sister by it.  We’ve tried having conversations with him about how his name isn’t really changed, we can call him by…

Well, I Tried.

I got a lot of really good advice before the GhanaDuo arrived home.  A LOT of advice about bringing older children, specifically older Ghanaian children, into our home.  A lot of it was firsthand experience.  Like from here. So..I tried to follow it. I removed all the waste paper baskets from our bathrooms and gave…

Spring Break Starts with Stitches.

Well, it should have.  I was on the phone for the 50th time today (a hyperbole, but it felt like the 50th time) when our GhanaGal who isn’t usually a crier came into the hallway sobbing.  She was muttering something I couldn’t understand and then I looked at her hands to see they were covered…

Grieving.

Another night of little to no sleep for me.  I don’t know if the stress of what we’ve just been through has gotten ahold of me, if I have a little bit of post-adoption depression, or if it’s the three spots of skin cancer they had to slice off my face just 48 hours ago…

Finding Comfort in the Kitchen.

We had our first tears last night about “missing home”.  They came from GhanaGuy.  He had a loving mom before me.  I love him with all my heart and have had a year to acclimate to the idea of another son.  He had about three weeks to acclimate to the idea of having another mom….

School Days.

Today we did some evaluation with our local, large public school.  I had taken pics of the kid’s classrooms with me over to Ghana.  They were still amazed at what they saw.  The floors, the equipment, the lunch room, the playground.  It was all unreal to them. But, the conversations on the way to school…

The Aftermath.

I have been in my home for a little over 24 hours.  I have had 11 phone calls asking me what I dealt with over there.  Families are scared.  I can’t say that it’s going to be ok, because I don’t KNOW each of your individual adoptions the way I had to come to KNOW…

Home.

Here I am, blogging to you again from my pink robe…in my bed!!!!!  Do you know who is sitting with me as we we watch cartoons?  ALL SEVEN OF MY KIDS. Do you know what that means?  The Ghanaian nightmare is over.  It was truly like living in a nightmare for three weeks.  Up until…

Peace.

I feel peaceful this morning.  I got the first decent night sleep that I’ve gotten in almost a week.  I don’t think that what I feel is hope, I think it’s just peace that I’ve fought the good fight, the honest fight.  When the ‘mama tribunal’ met this morning to pray together and discuss yesterday’s…

Keep it up.

We’re making progress.  It’s slow though.  Did you ever see those movies where people are walking through the jungle and the guy in front chops away the jungle vines with a machete?  I feel like God is the guy with the machete.  He’s just clearing the path for us.  But, we still have to walk…

A prayerful update.

Today’s church lesson was meant for us, and the lady who gave it was too.  Then a call from one very comforting Delta flight attendant has brought me some hope.  God is paving the way with little miracles.  But, is He just comforting me so that I might be able to shoulder what is to…