Multi-Cultural Family

We are in the middle of packing up for our Harambee Camp, which is a celebration of African culture and the highlight of our year.  In the middle of planning for our grand African Adventure, we shook off our jingle dresses, tied up our moccasins and headed out to celebrate and honor National Aboriginal Day. 

I looked at my kids, my African-Canadian-American son, with the head full of dreadlocks,  holding on to his Jingle Dress wearing First Nations sister's hand while his  French-Norwegian-Irish-Swiss-Russian-Canadian brother sat beside him eating an Indian Taco and there was a small part of me that realized that maybe my normal isn't necessarily everybody else's normal.

And I felt sorry for everybody else.

Our life is so RICH.  Rich with culture and history and color.  We are blessed beyond measure by communities that have embraced us and still challenged us to know more, do more, be more for our kids.

I cannot imagine how little I would know about the rest of the world if I had chosen to stay in my world of White Privilege.

Maybe you are reading this and you are considering adopting transracially, or you are the parent of an adult child considering adopting transracially and you worry.   You might worry about the work involved to be a transracial adoptive parent, because there is a lot of work involved in being a GOOD transracial adoptive parent.   You might be scared of the opinions of others, because nothing really hurts more than realizing that someone else either doesn't view your child as equal in value to their own, or doesn't view your parenthood as being as legitimate as their own.  And it does hurt.  You might worry about raising teenagers when you don't fully comprehend what it is like to live in their skin, and it is very hard.   You might find a thousand reasons why adopting transracially has a cost, and there is a cost and probably you can find enough reasons to justify running far away from ever expanding the color of your family.  But that would be so sad, not for the children, who would hopefully find a family willing to embrace them and celebrate them, but for you and your little, tidy world.

I am richer for my kids.  I am richer for being in awe of the Elder willing to teach my children the history of hoop dancing or the kind emcee inviting my daughters to dance at a Pow Wow.  I am richer for understanding racism and culture and the horrors of prejudice.   I am richer for putting their needs before my own discomfort.

My life, my brown, black, white, multi-colored life is good.

On Men and Fathers and having a Daddy

I watch my husband sometimes with my kids and I wonder, in awe, how it is that I knew how to pick a good husband to be and a good father to be when I was only nineteen.  Engaged at nineteen.  Married at twenty.  Parents of three by 25.  Parents of 6 by 35.

And I did pick a good one.  I knew to expect to be treated well.  I knew I was lovable and beautiful and smart and deserving.  I knew that because my daddy had always told me I was.

I was his favorite Jennifer in the WHOLE WORLD.  And I knew I deserved a good guy because my dad showed me I did every single day of my childhood.

The words we heard this week were "terminal"  "limited options"  "aggressive".  And worse, "no cure".   We have some time to try to fight, but no one can really saw how much.  It was bad news. VERY BAD NEWS.

My dad is sick.  Really, really sick. His birthday this year is on Father's Day.  Sunday.

Honestly, I don't really know what to say other than I love him.  And that we need him.  My kids need him.  My sister needs him.  My nephews need him.  My step mom needs him.  I NEED HIM.

I have a hard time right now talking TO HIM.  I can talk about him just fine, but to him?  It is so hard to pick up that phone and say hello.   Why?  Because I know how badly he needs me to be OK.  He has spent his whole life making sure I am OK.  Checking my tire pressure every time I come over.  Topping up the oil, checking my wiper fluid. A quick hug and a glance  "You OK, Jen?".  "Yes dad!" and a smile of relief.

More than anything I know my dad wants us all to be OK.  It is not himself he is worried about.  In typical amazing dad fashion, it is ME.

And honestly, I am not.  I don't feel strong enough or wise enough or brave enough to face this battle with him.  I feel like a three year old who needs to know her daddy is the strongest man in the whole world and will fix anything and everything, always.   I want to hide and shut down and forget.   And he wants me to be OK.  Not to cry or sob or be a little girl scared of losing her daddy, but to be the capable woman he raised.

He has taught me strength.  And fortitude.  And how to be brave and strong and resilient.  He has taught me how to survive this and it is a lesson I never wanted to know.   Because his strength and bravery and hard work have been my foundation.  And can you survive without your foundation?  I really don't want to find out.

Happy Father's Day Dad.  Happy Birthday Dad.  I love you.

And I hate cancer.

I guess this means it is summer

Last night hockey finally ended for the season.  We were sad.  We shed tears.  We did NOT riot.

Those that did in no way represent me and my hockey loving kids. Nor my city. Nor my country. Nor my hockey team.

We have been to the beach, dodging rain drops that seem to have never abated this spring.

Two of my kids are still in school until the end of the month, two start their summer holiday today.  Two of the others are just so busy playing in the sand box to care much about school at all.

Things are have been good.  SO good.  I mean still hard and complicated and busy and crazy but good.  Stable.  I am all for stable.  Stable means kids wrestle and it's in FUN not because they are trying to kill each other.

We will travel this summer across the country.  Saskatchewan here I come.  Again. Did I mention 24 hours of driving ONE WAY. I have one more day of paid home schooling.  I think possibly it is one day too many.

Some days I feel like I have nothing left to say.   Others I wish I could share more.  But I am still here.  My kids are still amazing.  And I am beginning to see the light of a fun summer ahead.

Happy Mother's Day

Today, I choose to celebrate myself.

I have been pushed to the very end of my mothering skills this year.  I have hung onto my sanity by a thread, pushed there by parenting complicated kids in complicated times.

But I do not PUT UP with my kids.  I love being their mother.  I love the crazy, the complicated, the fun and and the awful.

This whole mothering thing is not easy.  If you think it is, let us know when you have your first child.

And so today I will let (and in fact encourage) my kids to honor me.  I deserve it.  Right?

It's been a while

One year.   That is how long it has been.

A year ago today I stood in a court room and a judge ruled that our daughters would stay with us.  The further away I get from that day the more miraculous I realize it was.  There we were, becoming a family in a way that as close to impossible as you can imagine.

And here we are, a year later.  Things, today, are good.

Our relationship with the girls' mother is good.  Very good in fact.  The angst over visits passed and we have reached a comfortable spot where our friendship is beyond just the fact we both love our daughters.   Our lives, our worlds, are about as different as can be and yet in some strange way we have managed to forge something that feels strong.

This week she moved into a house a block and a half down the road.  We drive by and honk a hello, Taya calls out "That is L mama.  I grew in her tummy and we love her."   And I say yes, smile and we continue with our day.  She will send me a text during a hockey game to comment on a play.   She will call in tears if someone has said something to hurt her and she needs assurance of her place in our lives.  Visits are short and not close together, at her request, but feel completely natural.  Last week we went out to lunch, today we will attend a birthday party together.

We threw a massive bash for the girls' birthdays and for the first time had an event that combined the girls original family and our family and friends.  And we mingled and laughed and everyone was able to celebrate the wonder that is our daughters.  We realize that we, the two mothers, are leading the way way for those that follow us.  Some of her family is not comfortable with the situation, and yet because she is, they follow her lead.  And the girls benefit.

The same problems that were there before are still there.  This is not an uncomplicated situation or an uncomplicated life, and yet mutual respect has gotten us a very long way.   All for the love of two very good girls.

My life continues to be busy and at times insane.  I am home schooling one of my teenagers now, adding to the paid home schooling student that arrives every afternoon.  We are still facilitating the boys hockey , even though it is MAY and now add things like gymnastics and lacrosse to the mix.   My husband turned 40.  IEPs, therapist appointments, counselors, doctors and trying to keep sane fill the rest of the days.  

A friend asked me what I had been up to one day last week, so I emailed her this:

midnight - go to bed

2:30 am - Jayde comes into our bed.

3:00 am - Jayde is doing cartwheels so I move her into the bed we have set up for her in our room.

3:02 am-  realize teen is still up and silently hope he falls asleep soon. listen to him walk to bed

5:30 - as a consequence for yesterday's crazy behavior, another teen woken up to accompany Dad to work today

6:10 am - discuss with Shel that sending teen to work with him this morning won't work because teen has a dentist appointment.  Let teen go back to bed. 

6:20 am - jump in shower

6:35 am - turn on computer check email.  consider making coffee. Decide not to.

6:38 am - Taya up.  Watch cartoons.

7:00 am - Jayde up.

7:10 am - Caden up.

7:20 am - Teens up in theory.

7:45 am - Re wake up teens. 

General morning stuff - breakfast, getting the boys to MOVE by helping out a bit

8:15 am - phone call from school from principal to do an interview about my home schooling student. This is the normal time we leave but we dont today because the boys have dentist appointments.

8:40 - Realize teen didn't take his meds last night.  Ask him to take them.  He refuses.  Give him an ultimatum.  He takes them.

8:45 - put all six kids in the truck, drive to Kids dentist.  Leave G, T and J in the truck, bring in T, C and E.  Leave them there after checking them in.  Promise Dentist I will be returning within half an hour.  I lie.

9:00 arrive at motor vehicles branch with G, T and J.  Check in and pay ... realize that there is a 45 minute wait AT LEAST before Greg can take his drivers test.  Ugh.  Girls running all over acting crazy.  Leave with them and go to Tim Horton's to buy myself a coffee.

9:45 am - recieve call from Dentist.  Some emergency with Eric's tooth.  Solve over phone.  Feel like very bad mother.

10:00 am - go back into motor vehicle branch.  Wait for another 15 minutes for Greg to be done.  Pay again since he passed. While paying Jayde runs away and gets on the ELEVATOR by herself.  Run screaming from the DMV to grab her.  Others laugh at me. 

10:15 - go back to Kids Dentist.  Boys aren't done yet.  Go back to truck and drive Greg home ... going to drop him and Jayde off and to back to Dentist just with Taya.  No way.  Jayde flips out.  So take both girls back to dentist.

10:30 - get girls out of truck and go into dentist office.  E and C are done and want to go to school.  Drag a screaming Taya out of dentist office (its a fun place) and drive E and C to school.  Tell Tanner I will NOT be going back into dentist to get him so he can come out.

10:45 - drop boys off at school, return to Kids Dentist

11:00 - Tanner done.  Drive him to school. 

11:10 - arrive at the Bible study I was supposed to be co-hosting at 10.  Apologize for being late.  Visit.  Field a phone call from Shel who is trying to decide if we are taking Greg driving yet.

12:02 - pack up girls and go home.  Put them immediately to bed after going pee.

12:15 - check email, make sure Greg has his science work done for his tutoring later

12:28 = B (the student I home school every day) arrives. Taya gets out of bed.

12:30 - begin work with B.  He is in an awful HORRIBLE mood. He is an ODD kid at the best of times and today is not a good day. Taya gets out of bed 16 more times.

1:25 - B has completed exactly ZERO work.  I call his parent and ask him to come get him.  Put together the days' assignment.

1:29 - Jayde wakes up from nap.  Has peed the bed and herself. Is miserable and whiney.

1:46 - Parent arrives and takes B off my hands.  Taya is asleep. F I N A L L Y

1:47 - G asks for my help with a project he is working on.

1:48 - Realize I am doing Greg's project for him.  Kick his ass into gear.  

2:30 - Finish G's project while he has a snack = realize I am very late and still doing his project.

2:33 - Wake up Taya, find panties and pants for Jayde, put shoes on girls, quite possible scream HURRY UP we have to go.

2:47 - Pick up D at her Day Care

2:53 - Drop Greg off at his Science Tutoring

2:55 - Pull Eric and Caden off their school bus JUST as it is going to pull away.  I need them to watch the girls.

3:00 - Drop D off at her parental visit.  Chat for a bit so D will be comfortable. Leave E, C, J and T in the truck.

3:15 - drive to Greg's school office where I have to drop of "HIS" work with his teachers.  Pick up his report card and meet with principal, science teacher and socials teacher. 

3:27 - leave Greg's school office and drive to the high school trying to find Tanner ot pick him up

3:33 - got home as Tanner walks in the door.

3:35 - Jayde pees her pants again.  Dogs have destroyed a box of kleenix and ripped a curtain down while I was gone.  SERIOUSLY going to kill the dogs.

3:46 - realize that Jayde is outside on the trampoline naked.  The boys that were supposed to be watching her got distracted with the TREEHOUSE ??? cartoons I had put on to keep the girls busy.

3:47 - turn off TV.  Send one son to get baby, send another to to clean kitchen, another to shuck corn on the cob for dinner.

4:00 - put on chicken nuggets and water to boil

4:12 - Shel home.  He picked up Greg from tutoring for me.

4:30 - Realize Caden is late for gymnastics class.  RACE him there.

4:45 - Put together a plate of chicken nuggets, corn on the cob for girls, Shel and I and Tanner

5:00  - leave girls and G and E at home to eat.  Take Tanner to his parent teacher interviews at his high school.  Make sure he has thrown his Lacrosse Gear into the truck.  Meet with 3 teachers.  REalize our son has not been turning in any homework.  Restrain from kicking his butt.

5:45 - drive him to Lacross practice.  Realize I am out of gas - go get gas.

6:15 - return home.  house a DISASTER.  Girls are running across the front lawn, G and E playing basketball.  Apparently they forgot they were supposed to do the dishes.

6:30 - Shel leaves with G, E and their friend to drive them to hockey training.  Almost forgets to pick up Caden who calls crying because they are late.

6:40 - Put girls in tub.

6:50 - Shel home with Caden. Cuddle Caden whose jaw is hurting from his filling this morning.

7:05 - Girls decide a hot tub party would be fun.  Put on swim suit, Caden does too, Grab girls from the tub and put them in the hot tub with us.

7:25 - took out the girls, put on PJs  Shel leaves to go to business meeting. Turn on cartoons

8:05 = begin bedtime routine. 

8:30 - finish bedtime routine

8:32 - help Tanner organize his binders, go over missing French home work, check score of Canucks game and email.

9:23 - Shel comes home with G and E. 

I collapse on the couch.  And that is why I have a hard time blogging these days. 

A First

There have been many parenting firsts in my life but today was another that left me awestruck in how my life has twisted and turned.

Today I took my daughter to ballet. My beautiful princess in her $30 ballet slippers and her $2 tights.  I was the only mom that forgot a tutu.  I will remember for next time.

I would say there wasn't a hockey arena in sight but the class is actually held in a room at the arena.  At least we felt at home there!

99% Mom 1% Jen

That's where I am at.

I know it's not healthy.

I know it's not wise.

I just have no idea what to do about it.

I am sick and tired and keep getting sicker.  Life is crazy and busy and never, ever ends.  I am parenting 24 hours a day seven days a week.  If it's not teenage angst at midnight, it's a toddler who doesn't yet know how to sleep through the night and starts her day at 2:00 am.

I have kids at the most selfish extremes of their lives.  Teenagers and Toddlers.  They  suck every scrap of self out of me, and give very little back.

We have had 5 birthdays in 3 months.  I am homeschooling two now.  I am dealing with therapists and evaluations and hormones and parent contact and regression and just general busy insanity that is life with 6 kids.

And I am tired.  But there is no time to be tired because I have to host a birthday party for a bunch of teenagers today, and drive another teenager to another city so he can play hockey, while juggling 2 toddlers to do it.  Tomorrow is the same.  And then the day after that, MORE of the same.

Monday the cycle starts all over again.

Featured Article - Adoption Magazine

I suppose if I am too busy, or too distracted, or too shut in, to bother posting myself, it's awfully nice when someone reposts something I have written on my behalf.

My 'adoption world friend' Sharla has started up an online magazine for Canadian adoptive families, although much of what is written would be perfectly applicable for any adoptive parent, there is a definite Canadian touch to many of the articles, and most of the writers.   Please go check out my article and subscribe to the magazine (it's FREE!).

And yes, I was supposed to do this yesterday.  And no, I did not remember.

Life has gotten crazy and I am choosing to ignore that reality online but I will be back.  I promise.

I think they look strangely alike, don't you?