As an 18 year old young mom, I was clueless. I really didn’t know what I didn’t know. Diapers, sleepless nights, teething, and
don’t get me started on the terrible twos.
Eventually, we found our rhythm. As
a 42 year old adoptive mom, I was clueless.
I really didn’t know what I didn’t know. Tears (both theirs and mine), fears (real
and imagined), slow to trust, sweet and loving one minute/stubborn and defiant
the next, tantrums (both theirs and mine).
I have discovered that the things that worked with the older
kid have no impact on the younger kids.
There are days I find myself frustrated when nothing seems to work and I
can’t get through. Then I hear “Mom,
guess what happened at school today”, and I know we’ll be ok. I don’t have to have all of the answers and
that’s ok. Finding our rhythm this time
around is a little trickier. Some days
it is like navigating a mine field. But
most days it is such a blessing, filled with laughter and playfulness.
April Chavez
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