Mar 08

Haiku 1091

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Tags: , , , , March 8th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

through a snow plow bank

I go with kid in my arms

and sink to my knees

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Mar 07

Haiku 1090

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , March 7th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

drop the kid at school

take the dogs for a walk and

I find my old self

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Feb 18

Haiku 1088

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , , February 18th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

He goes to preschool.

I drink coffee, watch trashy

TV, feel guilty.

But sometimes a mom just needs to veg out undisturbed, right?

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Feb 14

Haiku 1087

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , February 14th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

I teach him how to

eat fresh snow — so many smiles

on the walk to school

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Jan 27

Haiku 1080

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , January 27th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

“Lips off the toilet!”

Oh, the things I find myself

saying as a mom.

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Jan 26

Haiku 1078

Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku.
Tags: , , , , January 26th, 2013

by Alison

by Alison

braiding her hair

I remember the feeling of

someone braiding mine

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Jan 17

Haiku 1073

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , January 17th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

yesterday I failed

as a mom — today I think

I did much better

Yesterday was fraught with power struggles, time outs and tears — from my eyes and from Han Min’s eyes. Oh, what tension and conflict goes on in the mind of a three year-old!

Or for that matter — oh, what tension and conflict goes on in the mind of a three year-old’s mommy!

I was so distraught by the end of the day that Hubby plugged “my three year old won’t listen” into Google. He read pages after pages on parenting forums about this very topic to me as I withered on the couch bemoaning my role as a stay at home mom and life with a stubborn little boy.

Today didn’t see nearly as many power struggles, time outs or tears — although there were some tears, but not on my part, probably because I did gain some insight from Hubby’s Googling and picked up a few coping mechanisms.

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Jan 11

Haiku 1067

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Tags: , , , , , , January 11th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

dog puke on my bed

Han Min in trouble at school —

it’s not even noon

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Jan 09

Haiku 1065

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Tags: , , , , January 9th, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

Tylenol PM —

since becoming a mother

it’s my drug of choice

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Jan 03

Haiku 1061

Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: , , , , , , , January 3rd, 2013

by Kelly

by Kelly

we watch Han Min’s heart

beat on the screen — it’s as if

we made him ourselves

Today, Hubby and I took Han Min to a geneticist. Because he is adopted, his family history is unknown, and he has some known health issues, we wanted to speak with a specialist to see if there were any tests we could pursue that could help us (and him) be aware of any future health concerns.

We decided not to go ahead with any genetic testing right now. His DNA, after all, isn’t going anywhere. We could always decide, or he could decide when he gets older, to go ahead with a blood draw. But for now, he will remain our little mystery.

Yet two things did happen at the doctor’s office. After meeting and getting to know Han Min, the geneticist told us she thought he was beautiful.

“Well, thank you,” I said. “But you know, we didn’t have anything to do with that.”

“You certainly did,” she said. “You picked him.”

Hubby and I jumped on that comment at the same time. “No, we didn’t,” we both said. “They just called us and there he was.”

“But you said yes,” the doctor said.

That is true. We did say yes. But it has never felt as though Han Min’s presence in our lives is the result of us “picking” him. Instead, it really does feel as though he landed in our laps by some miracle that neither one of us can explain — which is absurd seeing as how we spent months filling out forms, forms and more forms to be approved for the adoption process.

And while it’s somewhat comforting to compare Han Min’s personality traits to traits that Hubby and I share, we don’t kid ourselves that we had anything to do with Han Min’s inherent adorableness, athleticism or intelligence — three traits anyone who spends more than three minutes with the kid recognizes immediately.

And yet. During the doctor’s exam, she noticed a heart murmur. Normally, a heart murmur wouldn’t be something to be overly concerned about, but she was the first doctor to hear it — and poor Han Min has seen way more than his fair share of doctors in his short seven months with us. A second doctor in the room confirmed the murmur.

Because of some of Han Min’s underlying health issues, Hubby and I were worried. Was this a new development in his health? Was this murmur just the start of something that was going to turn into a bigger deal?

And so, a hour later, we found ourselves in a darkened room with our little Han Min stripped from the waist up lying on a table having an echo cardiogram.

“The doctor is going to take a picture of your heart,” we told him.

Assured there would be no “ouchies,” and with his mommy and daddy by his side, Han Min bravely laid back and let the “picture taking” begin.

The screen on the large machine lit up and the image that appeared was just like an ultra sound of a fetus. It was black and white and in that same tell tale wedge shape that I’ve tried so many times to ignore as yet one more friend posted their own image on Facebook as an announcement to the world.

But here was our ultra sound of our little Han Min. And his heart was beating. And we could see it. And we could hear it. And for a moment, it was like he really was of our own making.

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