Finally got around to checking out Citizenship & Immigration Canada's online status today, and saw that they began processing Ebba's permanent residency on September 24, 2008.
As for the other bits, we are awaiting the court date to finalize the adoption (courts re-open tomorrow, I beleive), and her medical.
The wheels are turning!
My latest calculations put our travel in Jan-Feb 2009 ... but am completely prepared to accept an earlier travel date!
Please send good vibes out into the cosmos for us!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Adoptive Mothers
Being an adoptive mother is not for every woman.
She must possess not only the natural mother instinct but an understanding and appreciation of the situation that brought a child into her arms making her a mother. The adoptive family comes to be by choices made, choices made by the first parents and by the adoptive parents. This bond the adoptive mother has with her child grows over time, like the child did within his first mother’s womb.
Day by day, touch by touch, with each tear, kiss and memory made they become a family. Adoptive mothers have that special knack to let love grow.
Adoptive mothers know that she’s a mender of wounds, not just of the physical skinned knees with a band-aid and a kiss, but of the heart. She gives love, acceptance, and permission to ask and talk about the day he was born and of his first parents.
Adoptive mothers are embracers, not only of the child with many hugs and kisses, but of the child’s heritage and history. She embraces the facts of her child’s past with strength for herself and the child. She’s not only a memory maker planning family vacations, activities, and birthday parties, but also a memory keeper.
She’s a tier of shoelaces and of hearts. She weaves lives together into a tapestry of a new family, with many different brightly colored threads showcasing their individualities and family origins. Together they create one unit attached to each other.
Adoptive mothers are experts at finding lost objects, but understand and validate the profound, deep loss left by adoption. She allows the tears to fall and grief to be felt, allowing the mourning of the mom not there. She is secure in knowing that she’s not a replacement, but a finisher of a race for someone who, for whatever reason, could not run any longer.
This role is not for the weak of spirit, or the easily wounded. Loving a child not born to her but calling him her own, but this is what she does, it is her calling … She is a mother.
She must possess not only the natural mother instinct but an understanding and appreciation of the situation that brought a child into her arms making her a mother. The adoptive family comes to be by choices made, choices made by the first parents and by the adoptive parents. This bond the adoptive mother has with her child grows over time, like the child did within his first mother’s womb.
Day by day, touch by touch, with each tear, kiss and memory made they become a family. Adoptive mothers have that special knack to let love grow.
Adoptive mothers know that she’s a mender of wounds, not just of the physical skinned knees with a band-aid and a kiss, but of the heart. She gives love, acceptance, and permission to ask and talk about the day he was born and of his first parents.
Adoptive mothers are embracers, not only of the child with many hugs and kisses, but of the child’s heritage and history. She embraces the facts of her child’s past with strength for herself and the child. She’s not only a memory maker planning family vacations, activities, and birthday parties, but also a memory keeper.
She’s a tier of shoelaces and of hearts. She weaves lives together into a tapestry of a new family, with many different brightly colored threads showcasing their individualities and family origins. Together they create one unit attached to each other.
Adoptive mothers are experts at finding lost objects, but understand and validate the profound, deep loss left by adoption. She allows the tears to fall and grief to be felt, allowing the mourning of the mom not there. She is secure in knowing that she’s not a replacement, but a finisher of a race for someone who, for whatever reason, could not run any longer.
This role is not for the weak of spirit, or the easily wounded. Loving a child not born to her but calling him her own, but this is what she does, it is her calling … She is a mother.
- Anonymous
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I was going to post this on my pig blog ...
... but it really has more to do with being a mom than anything else ... I know you other moms out there can relate!! (Yes - I keep pigs ... as pets, not food!).
First Day of School 2008
On Tuesday, Mei Le started her third year at the local Monetessori school - her Senior Kindergarten equivalent year.
It's not a great picture .. but she was fully equipped: braided hair, sunglasses, new dress (that fits the dress code AND includes pink and purple flowers), and even a handmade rocket to share at "circle time".
Monday, September 1, 2008
Much Play on Labour Day!
On Monday, Labour Day, we spent a kid-focussed day ... Mei Le had two friends stay over from Sunday, along with my niece, so we went to the local park and enjoyed the splash pad, play structures, and the beautiful day. Much fun was had by all!
Mei Le and Teya continue to become fast friends, and Haragwan is such a great big sister!
Teya capped off the day by temporarily overcoming her fear of any animal larger than a cat to ride my sister's pony, Sally! She was very brave and actually seemed to love it!
At the end of the day, Mei Le announced that she wanted little braids like Teya & Haragwan, so while they watched Cinderella, I called on my teenage horse-braiding muscle memory, and had a go of it (see below). She loved them so much she had to sleep in them, and to wear them to school the next day. Plus, last night I had to put them back in for school today! I sense a trend, and have bought a bunch of SMALL elastics and ordered some hair snaps etc to streamline the process.
I would like to start practicing cornrows, etc, in prep for Ebba's arrival home, but am having a hard time re-training many years of braiding to the "upside-down" method required for neat hair braids. At least (sadly) I will have a few months yet to practice before Ebba comes home!
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