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Okay, Mom, fine, I’ll blog about it

1.8.13

It’s lovely, isn’t it? Coin pearls of all different shades. Every time I wear it, people ask about it. It really is pretty.

But, today, it’s my nemesis. 

It was around my neck this morning as I was all dolled up for Bible Study. Drop off Lydia to class. Off to lobby for an opening coffee. Off to classroom for lesson where a few women admired it. Off to sanctuary for lecture. Then, pick up Lydia in class, to car, and to store where I gathered a few new tops to try on in the dressing room where…I noticed I no longer had my lovely necklace around my neck.

Oh no. 

Stay here, Lydia (as if she’d notice that I step away for a few seconds when she was fully engrossed in Yo Gabba Gabba on my iPhone).

No sign of it on the store floor–and I really looked in addition to enlisting staff to help me too. I left my name and number and a description of my lovely necklace, and the ladies there promised they’d look for it. Back in the car. Back to the church. Retrace my steps all while holding Lydia still fully engrossed in whatever she could find on Netflix. Classroom to ladies room to sanctuary to parking lot. Nothing. Not a single coin pearl to be found.

Mom, remember that necklace you gave me with all the different color coin pearls? How hard would it be to find that at the pearl market again? I love it, but it’s gone. I’ve been looking for it for 45 minutes now, and I can’t find it anywhere.

What a relief when she said not to worry. She had an extra one that she had picked up for herself but she never wore. I could just have hers.

Sigh of relief. I could give up the search and take these tired and hungry girls home.

As I ran back to the car, I heard a little jingling noise which is when I looked down–right on down my tank top with a shelf bra that was layered under a cardigan, mind you–and saw it. Yeah, my lovely necklace had fallen into my shelf bra where apparently I must have some sort of nerve problem (?) and was all snuggled up in there while I was searching all over creation.

For those of you who think I just over think all day and write about my deep thoughts, there. I’m just a normal, frazzled mama with a lost necklace stuck in my bra. Go ahead, laugh at me like my mother did.

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What It Means to You {Jiayin Designs Contest}

1.6.13

They’re pretty, really really pretty. The charms, the dolls, the pearls, the handmade beads. They’re all really neat. And, I love being the first to admire them when the box with Chinese characters all over it arrives at my door.

But, that’s not why I do it. 
It’s the stories I get to hear that makes me willing to keep at it to keep Jiayin Designs going. The story of a foster mom who cried when she received her charm from the family adopting the child she cared for. The story of the husband who bought his wife who has been waiting to be a mama for so long a charm for Mother’s Day in anticipation of great things. The story of a big sister or a grandmother who learned about the new little one joining their family with the gift of a charm. 
Add to those stories the stories of the Chinese artists who laugh with joy every time they get a new order, so excited to have a way to provide for their families. And, the stories of provision for IECS staff through the profits from these sales. 
Yeah, that’s why I do it. Makes the little effort I put into it totally worth while. 
This month is a celebration in our story–in just a couple weeks, we will remember the day 3 years ago that we saw our daughter’s face for the first time. A couple weeks after that is when my mother gave me my first charm with my daughter’s Chinese name, a charm I wore everyday thereafter until we came home from China in our arms. 
In celebration of our story, I want to celebrate your stories.
I want to hear what your Jiayin charm means to you. Share the significance it has been to you or your family in a blog post, making sure to give the link to Jiayin Designs’ website (www.jiayindesigns.com) and Facebook page (www.facebook.com/jiayindesigns). Then, come back here before January 27th and share the link to the post below so we can all see it. I’ll check out every post and bring in some story-sharing experts (aka my mom and sisters most likely who wouldn’t be entering) to help me choose one blogger who particularly moved us through words and maybe even pictures who will win a custom charm of his or her choice, chain, and pearl (a total value of $80) AND a custom charm, chain, and pearl to give away to someone waiting for their story to begin–any mama waiting to bring their little one home (a total value of $160). 
I can’t wait to read your stories! 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: giveaways, Jiayin Designs

"Desperately Seeking Birthmother"

1.4.13

It was about a year ago. We were standing outside a cafe chatting away, adoptive moms to adoptive moms. I don’t even remember what I was talking about exactly when another mom, a mom who has become a dear friend (you can check out Amber’s blog by clicking HERE), interrupted me to correct me.

Expectant mom not birthmom. She’s not a birth mom until she places a child for adoption. Right now, she’s an expectant mom.

I stumbled over my words a bit but accepted her correction. Really though? Is that verbiage that big of deal? I usually overthink all the adoption verbiage, but really? Can I not use birthmom without having to overthink that too?

5 days ago, I helped a friend out by sharing her post on Facebook.

Do you know of a family who wants to adopt? I know of a PA birth mom, due 2/28-3/5 with a full Caucasian baby girl. No drug or alcohol exposure, just began prenatal care. She is parenting 2 little ones, cannot raise another baby. She does need reasonable living expenses (thus PA residents are not eligible). She is looking for an active, loving couple who is willing to meet and have ongoing contact in an open adoption. She prefers a couple under 40, but will consider a little older (40-43), would like a couple with no more than 1 child. PM me if you would like to be connected with the friend of mine who is working with her.

I just copied and pasted, didn’t overthink anything, just wanted to get the word out, trusting that the right family for this child would see it.

Whether or not the right family saw it hasn’t been confirmed yet, but I can tell you that a lot of families saw it. Like thousands of families. My inbox couldn’t keep up with all the messages I started getting. I’m still getting them–some with full profiles, their whole histories, youtube videos, etc. etc.

As I read each and every one of those messages, all from couples desperately wanting to parent, I remembered my conversation with my friend.

Expectant mom not birthmom. She’s not a birth mom until she places a child for adoption. Right now, she’s an expectant mom.

She was so right for correcting me. 

45_pregnantI don’t know this woman due in only 2 months. I can’t begin to understand what her days are like, what today is like for her. I imagine that she’s exhausted both physically and emotionally. I imagine she’s getting up in the middle of the night too many times to keep count between dealing with a toddler who still cries out at night and having to get up to pee…again. I imagine she fights an internal battle daily as she feels her baby girl squirming around inside her but hear’s the cries of the children she’s parenting and sees the bills stacking up on her counter. I imagine she feels alone and inadequate and remembers ideas she had of what life would be like for her and wonders if she’ll ever get remotely close to them again. I imagine she is looking for redemption somehow and thinks that maybe knowing that her baby would be raised by a couple who desperately want a child would somehow bring that. But, that’s just what I imagine.

She’s expecting. And, she’s hurting. That’s what I know.

I feel ashamed of my own act of hitting ctrl-C and ctrl-V to put those words on my page as if she’s somehow reduced to a baby carrier and that I encouraged hurting couples to write to me with verbiage in kind. I have found myself thanking those people who used the words expectant mom in their messages to me and encouraged them for their compassion and sensitivity.

So, here it goes. For anyone out there reading these words now — it’s expectant mom not birthmom. She’s not a birth mom until she places a child for adoption. Right now, she’s an expectant mom. And, if you’re talking to or about women who are considering placing their children for adoption, please use the words expectant mom. It’s kind, sensitive, compassionate towards the only thing we can truly know of them that is true–they are expecting and they are hurting.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption

Factory Girls Book Club

1.4.13

I’m a social drinker. Take me out to a coffee house, and I’ll sit and sip on that decaf latte and chat the night away. But, gone are the days of meeting girlfriends for a night out once a week to talk about things we’re reading – at least for a season. A little too much going on lately for that.

So, when a girl like me wants to read a book and talk about it with somebody other than her dear husband laying beside her breathing deeply no longer conscious, she’s gotta go to Facebook. 

Here’s the book – Factory Girls: From Village to City in a Changing China for about $10.

If you wanna join a handful of other ladies who will be sitting at their computer screens with their decaf lattes in hand on Monday or Tuesday nights for about 7 weeks to give their two cents about this highly acclaimed book, go ahead and brew yourself acuppa joe and pull up your chair to our Facebook group.

We’re so modern and cool, such women of 2013, aren’t we?

Yeah, we are.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: China

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