Hellobee

I want to go full 1995 LL Cool J and tell you to not call this a comeback, but I think that’s exactly what it is.

The last time I posted here was 2016. My son was 3, my marriage was 7, I was more or less a whole person.

Now, in 2020, my son, whose very own birth story is posted on this site, is preparing to turn 7. My marriage is preparing to turn 11. And I am a whole person, but the pieces have been very broken since I’ve posted here last, and put back together in a different order. And I’m still a work in progress.

My tone may sound different to you as well. I’m still very sarcastic, and have a dry sense of humor, that has likely gotten even more so in the last few years. But I’m also a little more gentle, too. Put that puzzle together.

I started writing here as a mother, expecting her first child through transracial adoption. I had been through years of infertility, and a few failed adoption attempts. After my son was born, we became a foster family to a little boy who is two months younger than my son. Our foster son was reunited with his birth family, and is to date, something I still struggle with emotionally. I started here as a working mom, transitioned into a stay at home mom, and then went back into the workforce outside of our home.

In the years I’ve been gone, Isaiah has started school, and he is now in the first grade. He has grown into the most amazing and intelligent child who has had a childhood full of growth and forced adaptations. The most significant and ongoing in our life, is my diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis.

Right now we’re struggling with some racial issues, an impending school switch, and the ongoing struggle of living with a chronic illness from Isaiah’s perspective, and from mine as a mother juggling it all.

I’m looking forward to getting reacquainted with you.