Just My Hands

I'm embarrassed and, even more than embarrassed, but ashamed to admit that when we began considering different special needs, parenting a child with a limb difference(s) terrified me.  How would we do things like go fishing with Derek's family?  Or playing the piano like my family?  Guitar like his dad?  Using utensils?  School?  Bullying?  And …

Ten Minutes

Two nights ago, I was crocheting in my chair like the little old lady I am inside and Derek was jogging on the treadmill when I heard a strange sound.  I was immediately suspicious and immediately anxious, but brushed it off.  A few seconds later, I heard it again, but louder, so I called for …

The Biggest of Changes

Sometimes, even with the best of intentions, we have to make hard calls that mean major changes. In this particular instance, we're making the biggest of changes to make room for the smallest of people. As I've written about before, when we applied for our third international adoption in September, we did so wholeheartedly. We …