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Breakfast with Santa

12.19.15

A very special little boy for Christmas calls for some some very special fun. I have been seeking out some things we could do together, and this one had me all excited (it may have had something to do with the endless french toast with carmelized banana). Today, we joined a bunch of other families and a lot of Christmas sweaters for Maggiano’s Breakfast With Santa where little sugarplums could eat crispy bacon, eggs, and said french toast until their little hearts and stomachs were content while enjoying hot cocoa from a special North Pole cocoa station and Elf-movie-like decorated cookies (think chocolate sauce, caramel, and marshmallows).

Breakfast with Santa Maggianos King of Prussia collage

Please note Lydia’s raised pinky. She is so red carpet. And, clearly, Drew has followed in his father’s footsteps with his experience of enjoying his bacon.

Breakfast with santa maggiano

As for this little one? He’s all about all-you-can-eat buffets (Exhibit A: the cheeks). What we weren’t sure of was if he’d be all about Santa. We managed to get the quintessential Christmas Santa picture, and I’m very happy to report that all 5 children humored me for it.

Breakfast with Santa maggiano's

Ashlyn’s favorite spot was the cookie decorating station. Merry and bright Lydia went onto the craft area and drew a picture of Santa that she proudly displayed for all to see. Drew made this picture on a star and presented it to NJ, telling him it was Santa on his throne of lies (too much Will Ferrell for us?).

My favorite part of all wasn’t even part of the package deal. All that Santa, sugar-loaded cookies, candy canes in cocoa, and all you can eat french toast put everybody in the Christmas spirit. Jolly old Saint Lydia managed to get all three big kids to sit on her teeny lap and tell her all sorts of silly things they may or may not want for Christmas.

breakfast with santa brunch maggianos

Oh, how I love these kids and those sweet little feet that are sticking out from under the big kids.

Guess the endless french toast and multiple cups of coffee brought out my Christmas spirit too.

NJ at Santa Day with kids in lobby

 

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Filed Under: why can't they just stay little forever

Therapeutic mistletoe

12.18.15

She used to not like babies at all. She would say it was because they put everything in their mouths—I think her words were literally, “because they bite everything.” There was no ooo-s and ahh-s at teeny bundles of cuteness from her. She was perfectly content to let other people take care of all that, as long as those other people didn’t include me. On the rare occasion I would be holding someone’s baby, Lydia would freeze and stare then say something like, “Mama, when you gonna give dat baby back?” I learned to ask her permission before opening my lap or arms to another baby even when she was long past babyhood herself. Most of the time permission was granted; sometimes, it wasn’t. And, I respected that.

At the ripe old age of 6 (and a half), she’s moved past all that. But, as we opened our home up to host a little one over Christmas this year—at our children’s urging, mind you—we wondered if we might see a little bit of her insecurities rise up again.

There’s a conversation we’ve had nearly daily around here over the last two weeks that has been some variation of the following:


[While I’m holding NJ or admiring his preciousness from afar]

Lydia: Mama, who is cuter, me or NJ?

Mama: Definitely you, Lydia. No question. You are so so cute. Definitely the cutest.

[Mama tickles her. Lydia eats it up then walks away content and ready to conquer the world.]


She’s one smart girl, you know. She may not be able to articulate all that’s going on in her heart, but she manages to ask for exactly what the needs. And, I’m happy to give it to her in abundance. When she isn’t asking but feels a bit needy of some reassurance, I can usually find her right here with her Ren Ren in hand and up close to her face like so.

Lydia under mistletoe - 1 (1)


 

Lydia: Mama….Mama….Mama….ummm….hi…do you notice anything?

Mama: Why yes I do…

[kissing fest ensues followed by voracious giggles and the filling of two heart tanks.]


 

Lydia under mistletoe - 1 (2)

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe help to make the season bright. But, our family knows that same mistletoe helps to make our hearts right too. Maybe we’ll just make it a permanent fixture.

mistletoe - 1

 

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Sorry, I can’t talk right now; I’m hovering.

12.14.15

Hello, thank you for contacting us. We are experiencing an extraordinary volume of requests right now and appreciate your patience. We will be with you in approximately…10 days.

I kinda feel like I need to set that as my email auto reply.

Mark’s (ironically) in China which means I’m the only big person taking care of 5 little persons. Our Christmas cards are still neatly stacked in cellophane wrappers on our dining room table. There are wooden blocks and pretend food that look like permanent fixtures in our seasonal decor. I just keep flagging emails for me to get to tomorrow…and then tomorrow…and then tomorrow.

I thought it would be hard to press pause on nearly everything for this little guy. But, it’s really not that hard. What needs to get done will eventually get done. It’s actually really nice to stop so actively doing to stay close to him and watch him experience little things for the first time.

NJ in pool - 2

NJ in pool - 1

NJ in pool - 4

NJ in pool - 5

We were quite a sight. One lady with a camera, 3 white kids and 1 Chinese girl, all giggling and coaxing this little Chinese boy who was anxiously navigating a few inches of water. The bath at our home seemed crazy to him. For sure, this pool was mind-blowing.

As I hovered over him, fully attentive and always within arm’s reach to pull him up when he stumbled, I couldn’t help but imagine him in a different place, in a different situation, in layers and layers of clothes he’d surely be wearing, in a room with many children with no one hovering.

Everyone deserves to be hovered over.

What an honor, what a privilege, what a joy that we get to hover over him now.

NJ in pool - 7

NJ in pool - 6

Interested in learning more about adoption, the children being hosted through Living Hope Adoption Agency, or becoming a host for the next group of children coming this summer? Email Sarah at Living Hope to learn more.

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our shared chapter

12.11.15

I was wondering how long it would take.

We gathered in the kitchen to pray before rushing off to school this morning. I reminded them of the need to pray in a specific way.

Drew, can you pray for us today? Don’t forget to pray for one of the families interested moves forward and says yes to NJ.

But…I want us to adopt him.

Oh, honey, you are so so great with him. You are such a good big brother to him right now. But, remember that we were called to do this and take care of him for right now so that we could help him find a family. Maybe we will adopt another little guy, maybe. I’m not saying no to that. But, our job right now is to do all we can to help NJ find another family who will be his family for forever.

(sigh.) I know. Okay.

NJ playing Uno - 1

It’s all part of our process, all part of our story and now also part of his. All of us are rallying together as a team to care for this little one for a season. As we do that, of course our hearts are engaged and overwhelmed, each of us in our own way.

Mark put his pressing to-do list aside to wrestle and tickle and make up funny songs to entertain him. Evan talks to him at the table and tries to get him to say words. Ashlyn carries him in the baby carrier and helps me with my tasks so that I am freed up to do the things only I can do for him. Drew nurtures him as if he was made for it, chasing him around, carrying him even when his arms hurt, offering him his lap at every opportunity, and desperately trying to cushion his head when he’s about to hurt himself by throwing himself down in anger when he’s told no. And, sweet Lydia, she shares. She shares her Mama and Daddy and her brothers and her sister with a child from China who is alone and doesn’t have a family like she does. She has compassion on him in a deep, deep way that the rest of us simply cannot.

We’re all in for this boy. But, that doesn’t mean he’s ours. We didn’t say yes to hosting to “try a kid out.” We said yes to hosting a child because we just felt like we couldn’t say no. And, as hard as it is—and it is, particularly over the next 10 days as I care for these 5 children alone (Mark left for China yesterday)—I am glad we are all where we are. We are all so excited to be a part of his story, even knowing that it will only be a chapter, believing that God is working for his good, continuing to write the rest of it even today.

NJ in front of our house - 1

Interested in learning more about adoption, the children being hosted through Living Hope Adoption Agency, or becoming a host for the next group of children coming this summer? Email Sarah at Living Hope to learn more.

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