So much has happened in our lives since I posted last. I have been overwhelmed with grief, mostly. I hope to write more specifically about some of what has occurred over the last six weeks or so. For the therapeutic purpose of getting these things onto the computer screen and out of me--I thought I would simply list them and vow to post more later. We lost our beloved family dog Gracie. There are no words to describe the loss for me of my sweet Grace. Our good friend and Pastor, Tina Carter was reassigned to another church. (Parker Lane to be exact which is in South Austin)--gotta love those Methodists. Mother's Day came and went. Mostly, I basked in the glory and love of my boy Denver and my life partner David. That of course, was not a source of grief, but great joy and anticipation. We received our new Pastor Cheryl Broome. I don't know her well enough yet to make a judement. We found out yesterday, that our weekend attendant is leaving us. She found a real teaching job, using her degree. We're happy for her, but sad at the same time. She helps all three of us over the weekend, which is no small feet. Valarie is one of the best attendants I have ever had and will be sorely missed. We found out today that Denver's first teacher Ms. Debbie is also leaving for greener pastures. She has been a true godsend, I couldn't ask for a better 1st experience for Den than her and she has helped him tremendously with his walking. He stands some alone now and walks some holding on with one hand. Hooray Den! He's been receiving ECI. He's not officially caught up yet, but doing so much better. Dad's day came and went. I toyed with the idea of calling my Dad, but discovered his number is unlisted. I tried to get it from my niece; to no avail. My Dad and I have been very estranged for many years. It makes me feel so greatful for David and the kind of father he is to Denver. I am so greatful.
What a post! Thanks so much for reading.
How this all started...
I have known for a long time that I wanted to be a mom. It seemed that life's circumstances didn't lend themselves to my dream becoming a reality until I met David. It seemed we were meant to be parents--TOGETHER. We both love children. Our dream wasn't that much different than other couples our age. We began our journey toward parenthood shortly after we got married in August 2004. We thought we would have kids the way other couples do; pregnancy, then childbirth. When it became apparent we would have significant difficulty conceiving, we tried quickly to turn that tough news into an opportunity. Easy enough, right? We would adopt. There were plenty of babies out there that needed parents. Not so easy (for us at least). Since it happens that David and I both use wheelchairs to get around in our daily lives we were met with some opposition and some really great support.
We were confident we would be awesome parents with determination, ingenuity, and mentoring from other parents who have had kids, support from our friends family, our faith community...We'd do (and are doing) just fine. Even though families with one or both parents disabled have been raising children very successfully for a long time, we met significant opposition from adoption professionals and agencies. With every rejection we faced, our determination to be parents was fueled. We pressed on--we wouldn't take no for an answer. Several agencies, social workers, birth mothers and almost two years later, on December 31st, 2007, we brought our baby Denver home.
I kept resolving to blog after Den came home and then which each big milestone, holiday, or other life event, I'd say to myself--"I really need to start my blog." I had decided that I would begin blogging when Denver took his first steps and even call the blog: Denver Walks--Mommy Blogs. I altered my plan slightly. Denver turned 15 months on March 29th. Boy time flies. Fast forward to today-- for my 1st official blog post, thanks for reading & WELCOME!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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