I hesitate to write this, because adoption can be so divisive. But in my heart and soul, I can’t see why it divides, and so I can’t see why I shouldn’t write my open, honest opinions, born (no pun intended) of our experiences. I’m no expert, just someone doing the best they can. And this what I know. All adoption … Read More
I’ve gone from feeling defeated, deflated, to excited, elated. Life’s like that. Like most people I’ve felt the rush of extreme emotion – despair, rage, acute sorrow, overwhelming joy, unconditional love. I’ve felt my heart beating out of my chest with fear, dread. I’ve felt guilt and shame wash over me like a red hot heat. I’ve felt the dance … Read More
How do you strike a balance between what everyone wants and dreams of in your family? Do your dreams and hopes conflict with or complement each other? Are compromises made out of love, duty or pressure? Is there are formula for family balance? On the face of it, our family is very balanced. In yin yang terms, two of us … Read More
My ego is bruised, rather badly. But I’ll be OK because my soul is fine (apart from the scars it already has from our infertility journey, but they’ve just made me stronger – you know scar tissue can’t bleed anymore). When we always feed our ego, we starve our soul. And you wouldn’t want your soul to go hungry. I’m … Read More
Oh NO! It’s almost nine on a Monday night and I have nothing written for tomorrow, which is Tuesday and I blog on Tuesdays. But I do have some thoughts about that one little word, and how frequently that I (and I suspect many of you) use, overuse, misuse and abuse it. NO WAY you say (which is probably a lie, … Read More
By Kathy Kruger The other week we had THAT talk. Out of the blue really, and I’m not sure the few wines I decided were required really helped. Miss Yin will probably kill me at some stage in the future for this post, but I figure I can delete it prior to my death. It went like this – we … Read More
I used to mosaic – as in cut up tiny pieces of tiles and lay them at random and in patterns to create beautiful (if I do say so myself) ‘works of art’ – pots, mirrors, picture frames, table tops.
Nine years ago today our daughter came into our lives to howls of protest (hers) and tears of joy (ours). Her face said it all, her cries the loudest in a room deafened by the chorus of crying of six Chinese babies about to begin lives as Chinese-Australian girls.
Teddy bears are worth holding onto for (dear) life – you are never too old. Some things don’t serve you, like guilt, and shame and old socks and you just need to let them go, but not a treasured teddy. A teddy (or two or three) can take you through life’s lowest lows. You see when we think of favourite … Read More
When you fall apart, the pieces never fit back perfectly again, do they? There are cracks, and chinks, and little holes in your heart where you can see straight through to your soul. Those holes and flaws let the light of love in, and your own light radiate, for all the world to see – but only if you don’t mind … Read More
There is only one photo! Well, there are two, but they are the same photo, basically, just taken from a slightly different angle, snapped seconds apart….it doesn’t count. I will call it one photograph, as though the two images could merge into one, seamlessly, and no one would ever see the difference. See what I mean? There’s another photo, of … Read More
Watch out world! I’m suffering an attack of the ‘horrormones’ and I can’t be held responsible for who I attack as a result. Well that’s my excuse anyway. (Horrormones are hormones on steroids – I came across this non-medical but perfectly accurate term when we were doing IVF and I was partaking of lovely hormonal cocktail each cycle – well actually … Read More