tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6874760948885286232023-11-15T23:14:31.929-08:00from my arms to yours.The story of my journey through teenage pregnancy, adoption, and life after placement.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-47790511664044132562015-10-25T14:50:00.000-07:002016-03-21T15:06:53.776-07:00best thanksgiving ever.This year, my fiancé and I were able to spend Thanksgiving with the family I am MOST thankful for.<br />
I couldn't imagine a more perfect day.<br />
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I had a little bit of a breakdown on the way to their home (4 hours away)- partly because I was nervous for Max to meet Cash for the first time, but mostly because I just didn't know what to expect... It had been over 2 years since the last time I saw them in person! The last time we got together Cash was barely 3 years old, and still didn't really understand what was going on... and now he is 5 1/2, which makes a BIG difference. I also hadn't heard anything from them at all in over a year, and the updates are usually late (which is OK) but I was worried that they were going to tell me that they wanted to close our adoption. I was so scared as we pulled up to their home.... Would he be scared of me? Would they be uncomfortable with me being there? All the what if's, and all the unknowns.....<br />
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But as soon as I saw him, all of my fears washed away.<br />
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He knew exactly who I was. As soon as I walked in, he was a little shy, but he said hi and called me Dallas. When his mom asked him who I am, he whispered "my birth mom" (oh, my heart!)<br />
He had gotten SO big since the last time I saw him!! He was so excited to show me his lego sets, and his room, and everything else he could think of. He told his own made up knock-knock jokes all throughout dinner, and laughed at himself. He was the smartest, and cutest little boy I have ever seen.<br />
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He wanted to show me a book that his mom and he prepared for me.. It was a book of all of his school work that he had done that year, and he told me about every single one. To see his face light up the way it did, made me so so proud. And then, he gave me a leather-bound journal. (Because his mom knows me so well!) Inside the front cover, he had drawn a picture of the two of us holding hands. We had matching blue eyes and blonde hair (Because I was blonde until he was 2 years old).... He signed it: To Dallas, Love Cash. It totally melted my heart!!!!!<br />
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We spent a few hours just talking together, with Cash and his sister playing in the background. It felt so normal, and the conversation between the 4 of us was easy, and comfortable. We each shared our feelings, and some questions about our future relationship, and I left feeling at peace.<br />
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When Max and I were leaving, Cash whispered to his mom, "Tell Dallas she can come visit me whenever she wants." I teared up instantly, because those words coming from such a small person meant the absolute most. We hugged, and then drove away. (And I bawled in the car, haha)<br />
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I feel so insanely blessed to have this relationship with Cash and his parents, and for their willingness to share some of their life with me. This meeting may be our last for quite some time, but I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to have those moments with them, and I will truly cherish them for the rest of my life. I love this family with all that I am, and I know for a surety that the decision I made nearly 6 years ago, was the right one. To hear that little boy who I love so so deeply know who I am- to have him tell me I can visit him- it makes it all worth it. I am so blessed.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">I would like to tell you all a story. Its a love story, and its mine...</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">I am surprised that I haven't told this story sooner, but life has been busy, for reasons you will soon find out!</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>I am marrying the love of my life on January 2, 2016. </b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> Our relationship developed very deeply, & very fast. We immediately connected in a way neither of us expected.. and haven't looked back. I've known he was the one for me since day 1.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He supports me, respects me, comforts me, and cherishes me.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He is patient, understanding, loving, and trustworthy.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He makes me laugh every single day- and tries especially hard when I don't want to. He has brought happiness to my life in ways I didn't know possible, and meaning to everything that I do.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He's my best friend, my confidant, my love, and my biggest fan.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He has accepted my flaws, and loves me through my weaknesses. He knows absolutely everything about me, and loves me more for it.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large; font-style: italic;">He is everything I didn't know I was looking for.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I never knew a love like this existed.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I was worried I would never find someone who could overlook my past and be okay with it. I was worried I wouldn't find a husband who understood my love for Cash and what I have been through. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He might not understand completely, but he has a pretty good grasp on it. And what he doesn't understand, he tries to. He wants to.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>He loves me for me, and all that comes along with it. And I do the same for him. We are a team- the good and the bad.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I can't wait to start my life with this amazing man, in an amazing new place. Arizona will become home to me in 4 short months, and I look forward to the new experiences that await me there.</i></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>it also experienced complete and utter heartbreak as I had to leave that love behind.</i></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cash turned 5 years old at 3:59am today.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can't believe it has been that long. It feels like only yesterday- I find myself having flashbacks to that moment when I first saw his face, and it is tearing my heart apart once again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is easy as life goes on to forget to take the time to ponder and heal- something I know I need to continually do... My life has been blessed immensely in the past 5 years, but that doesn't mean I don't still have my moments of discontentment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At times I wonder what life would be like, had I parented him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But I know that he is where he is meant to be- in a loving family with two wonderful parents. As I type, I have just received an email from them with pictures of his day- what a cutie! I am so blessed to have contact with them and know that he is being cared for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So tonight as I lay down to sleep, it is with a heavy heart. I ache to hold my little boy once more, and tell him of my love for him. But I know that his parents are doing that for me- telling him of his story once more, and how he will forever be surrounded by love, even if it is from a distance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love you more than words can say, my sweet little boy. </span><br />
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My life before adoption was an unhappy, disasterous place. I had been making choices in the years prior to my pregnancy that were not setting me up to be on a path much different from where I ended up. I was definitely influenced by my friends at the time, but I would never say they were at fault because I had the Agency to make these choices on my own. Although during those years I was experimenting with things I should not have been, in the back of my head I always knew that it was wrong, and that I needed to live a better life. But I thought I was fine, that I was still hanging onto some of my beliefs and values, and that what I was doing was really "not that bad". And then I experienced something as a result of a poor choice that sent my whole world into a downward spiral. I became angry, and didn't know what to do. So I turned away from the things and people who would make me happy, and I continued to make wrong choices, because I figured- why not. I hurt a lot of people along this path, and for that I am truly sorry. I was in a dark place, and not thinking of how my actions were affecting others. I lost myself for a good portion of that year-I didn't know where to go, or who to turn to... and then one day, it all changed. No longer was it about me.<br />
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When I found out Cash was coming into this world, it was as though everything snapped into place. I realized that I wasn't capable of giving him the life he deserved, and so I set out to give him that, no matter the cost. I was determined to keep my head high, and do what I could to make Him proud. My priorities changed, and the overall way I looked at life shifted abruptly, I truly realized what was important, and what was not.<br />
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Life before adoption was hard. Life during the process was even harder. But sitting here today, I can say it was all truly worth it. That little boy changed me for the better, and made me the person I am today. I am so grateful.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-66910820550639385752014-11-10T13:54:00.000-08:002014-11-16T02:18:02.243-08:00day 10: favourite quote <div style="text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">when you love him so that he's been loved before- </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">from someone who delivered your son,</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>From God's Arms to My Arms, to Yours</i>"</span></div>
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I have said before how I felt immediately that when I found out I was expecting adoption was my only option, and I felt very confident and at peace with that decision, because I knew in my heart that it was right. This quote summarizes what those feelings meant to me. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-64078017856593014542014-11-09T23:00:00.000-08:002014-11-12T00:51:21.318-08:00Day 9: Support.I truly could not have made it through this difficult trial without the <b>support </b>of those around me.<br />
<b>I owe so much to my family, my friends, Curtis, and my Savior Jesus Christ. </b><br />
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<b>My family </b>showed unconditional love every step of the way- and made sure that I <i>never </i>felt alone. They supported me throughout every decision, and were there for me when I needed it. I never felt pressured by them, or unloved in any way. I am very fortunate to have the family I have!!<br />
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I am grateful for <b>my friends,</b> who stood by my side and made those 9 months bearable. I always felt included and accepted and for that I am very grateful. <u>I am especially grateful for Nikki</u>- who was living on the other side of the country at the time I found out I was pregnant, and moved back to be with me. This girl singlehandedly taught me the true meaning of true friendship. She literally was at my side throughout everything- including Cash's birth. I couldn't have asked for a stronger girl to help me through the hardest times of my life. She loved Cash as if he was her own- and she cried with me every step of the way. Cash's placement was a difficult thing for her to experience as well because she had grown so attached to him, and I want her to know that I understand this now. She was always there for me when I needed her, and she will never know how much that means to me!<br />
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<b>Curtis. </b>Although at the time he was just a "sperm donor", Curtis grew to love Cash just as much as I did. He is truly the only person who completely understands how I feel, and I am grateful for his constant support over the past 5 years. It doesn't matter where we are in life, I know that I can always turn to him when I need someone to talk to, because chances are he needs me as well. There have been countless times in the past where I have called Curt and not said anything- but he will just listen to me cry, and know the reasons why. And he will cry with me because he feels the same, and then we will talk it out, and at the end of the phone call we will be okay. Because we both know we did the right thing for our son, no matter how difficult it may be.<br />
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Most importantly, I recognize the hand of my Saviour throughout this difficult time in my life. From day 1, I felt of his love and knew that no matter what trials lay ahead of me, I would not be left alone. It was the strength I received from Him that got me through the hardest days. The days when I felt like giving up, because the pain was too much. It was those days that I felt His love surround me, and pull me back onto my feet. I felt Him when I felt too weak to even get out of bed, but knew I could make it through the day because He was be with me every step of the way, holding me up. It is the belief I have of knowing when this world is over, I can be with my son again. That all the mistakes I made are washed away through His grace, and that with His help, my empty heart can be made whole again. <b>I owe my life to my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ</b>, in more ways that one. Truly their light and support is what single-handedly guided my life throughout the darkness and still guides my life today.<br />
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I could not have persevered throughout my struggles without the support of those mentioned above. I can't imagine how different things would have been had I not had the love of my family and friends around me as I endured some pretty tough things. I am so grateful for them, and for the continued support today. I love you all !!!!!<br />
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I wrote 2 posts in November 2010 about <a href="http://myarmstoyours.blogspot.ca/2010/11/choosing-family.html">choosing the family</a> and <a href="http://myarmstoyours.blogspot.ca/2010/11/meeting-family.html">meeting the family</a>. Take a look :)</div>
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I am so blessed to have these two (and their daughter) in my life. They are an amazing couple, and have brought so much joy into my life. <b>They truly have given Cash everything I could have ever hoped for him, and more. </b>I have zero doubts in my mind that they are the family that Cash was predestined to be with. I am comfortable with the boundaries that we have set pertaining to our relationship and recognize that THEY are a family first and foremost, and I just offer some extra love ;) They have open communication with Cash pertaining to our situation, and he is fully aware that he has two moms, and two dads, and even at 4 years old he knows he is part of a very special story. I know that it was extremely difficult for them to accept that they could not have children of their own, but I love them for opening up their lives and hearts to me and allow everyone involved the benefits of an open adoption, regardless of how emotionally difficult it is for them.</div>
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<b>I love this family so much. </b>I have the utmost of respect for them, and feel 100% confident that they are raising Cash in the absolute best way. I know that they think of me in everything that they do, and want to make me proud. <u>And they do</u>. <i>Cash is a very lucky boy- and I am grateful that was able to play a role in allowing him the opportunities that he has now, with his forever family. </i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-28659573275212026982014-11-06T11:39:00.000-08:002014-11-07T12:09:17.008-08:00Day 6: My Happy Place.Day 6: MY HAPPY PLACE<br />
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Nothing makes me more happy than being with my <i><b>Family.</b> </i>I have been incredibly blessed to have such an amazing support system, especially over the past few years. My first nephew, Hunter, was born when I was 12 years old. I remember the morning we got the phone call I immediately changed my MSN Messenger name to "Auntie Dallas" haha.. since then, and 6 more babies later, being an Aunt is still one of my defining titles and truly the greatest blessing in my life. I love those little kids more than anything!<br />
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We have a cabin in the mountains near Waterton Park, Alberta, and it is my favourite place in the world. It is a place where I can feel at complete peace, enjoy the company of my family, and escape the pressures in my life at school and work. It was here that I came with my parents the morning I placed Cash into his family. Being there is what got me through the most difficult day of my life. It was so comforting to be looking at the trees and mountains, and process what I had just endured before I started my grieving process. I felt of my Heavenly Father's love for me so strongly that day, as I was surrounded by his beautiful creation.<br />
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">I am afraid that I will never feel great love. </i>I worry<u> all the time</u> that I am no longer capable of having someone love me because I am "used".. I get anxiety at the first possibility of a relationship because I realize that at some point, I will have to share my story with this person... and I worry that they won't accept me because of my past. I also fear that I won't have the opportunity to have more children. This would absolutely break my heart, because one of my goals is to have children that I am in a position to raise in a stable environment. I worry that my experience as a birthmother will prevent me from accomplishing my greatest dream- which is to someday be a wife and mother.<br />
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My birth-son Cash was born at 3:59 am on Friday June 18th, 2010. I had a natural delivery, mostly due to the fact that I am completely terrified of needles and the thought of an epidural going into my back did NOT sit well with me. I decided early on into my pregnancy that I would do it natural, and with the advice of a family friend, I looked into "Hypno-birthing" and taught myself how to relax through the contractions as best I could.</div>
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That night is all a blur. I don't remember much from before I saw him- but thats one moment I will <b>never </b>forget. I can't get over how alert Cash was from the moment he was born. I never heard him make a sound in those first few hours. He was quiet, wide-awake, and content. It was a very surreal experience for me.. As soon as the nurses handed him to me after checking his vitals, everything else going on in the room seemed to disappear. It was me and him, and no one else. I was focussing on nothing but that little bundle in my arms. <b>Everything </b>I had gone to up to that point suddenly became worth it. Seeing this little face, and feeling of my love for him, made it <b>all worth it.</b></div>
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I had finally met the little boy I had carried for nine months, and grown to have such a strong connection to. Everything leading up to that point had been a whirlwind of emotions and experiences that at times had left me feeling hopeless and alone. But I wasn't alone- I had HIM. It was me and him, for nine whole months. I had made life-changing decisions on behalf of little guy, and this was it. This was when I got to meet him, to kiss him, and to tell him that I loved him and was doing this all for him. What an amazing experience, to hold this tiny child who unknowingly had been a part of a plan, and was going to change lives now and forever. </div>
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<b>I loved him the way any mother would love their child</b>, only mine had some strings attached. I knew that he was meant for another family, and these moments together would be fleeting. I loved him the way I knew his adoptive mother would have loved him, if she was there. I thought of her, and how I knew I could trust her to love our son just as much as I did in those moments. I thought of how blessed we all were to be a part of this amazing experience. I thought of how much I loved him, and how hard it was going to be to say goodbye. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> "In adoption, a child is not GIVEN UP. A birth mother GIVES LIFE, a child a family, unconditional love. She GIVES a part of her heart that will never feel whole. She GIVES another mother a part of her heart that was always missing. An adoptive mother GIVES a family to this child. She GIVES unconditional love. She GIVES a part of her heart to another mother. You GIVE a lot- just never GIVE UP. - Terra Cooper" </i></span></blockquote>
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The biggest stereotype that I have faced over the past 5 years has been that I didn't love my baby, and that was the reason I was "giving him up". Let me set this straight- birthmothers do not "give up" their children. We give them LIFE, and we give them LOVE- but we never give up! <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">I went through hell and back to give Cash the life he deserved.. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">I cried countless tears over the loss I felt, for his eternal gain.</span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"> </b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">If I was concerned about my own feelings, I would have kept him so I wouldn't have to feel those pains. It would have been so much easier at the time. </span><br />
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<i>Placing Cash for adoption was the single hardest thing I will ever have to do in my life. But I loved him enough to let him go. </i></div>
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I made this decision for HIM, and him only. I wanted the absolute best for my child, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to give him that. His birth father and I were not in a situation where we could raise a child together, so marriage was out of the question very quickly. Abortion was not an option for me and was not considered.<br />
<b> I chose adoption because I had an undeniable feeling that it was the plan set out for my child.</b> I know that sounds crazy, but I can't really explain it anymore than that. I just had this <i>feeling </i>I couldn't shake. I believed from very early on that my child was going to bless the life of another family, besides my own. I had already made my decision from very early on in my pregnancy, and didn't falter much from it.<br />
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Hi! I am assuming by now that you have all followed my blog at some point in the last 4 years, but if this is your first time reading - Welcome !! </div>
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Who am I ? I am a cosmetologist by trade, a third-year Commerce student majoring in Management, and most importantly - I am a birthmother to a darling boy who was born in June of 2010. I started this blog four years ago as I was dealing with the emotional aftermath of placing my child for adoption. I started it for personal reasons because it was an easy way for me to document my experience and rehabilitate myself by writing my feelings out. What started out as a personal journal quickly became a public display for everyone to read.. At first I was a little hesitant, because I was being so vulnerable. I was allowing everyone to be a part of what I was going through, the good and the bad. But I then decided that this blog was a great way for me to shed a little light on what adoption is really like, and why I did what I did. My life has since progressed slowly past this emotional and difficult time, and I am doing wonderful now. Yes, I still have my hard days as every birthparent does, but they are few and far between as they are replaced by happy memories and experiences as I see my birth-son grow up. </div>
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I would not be where I am today if I had not gone through the incredible experience of having a child and placing that child for adoption. I grew so much as an individual during that difficult time, and subsequently for the years after as well. I will go through all of that on a later date, but I would be lying if I said that I was not grateful for this trial in my life and how much I was able to grow because of it. Not a day goes by that I don't think of that little boy, and how much love I have for him. I owe so much to him.<b> I live my life each day with the sole intention of making him proud. </b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>My name is Dallas, and I am a <a href="http://myarmstoyours.blogspot.ca/2014/05/i-am-mother.html">birthmother.</a></i></span></div>
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Hey everyone ! So I have been a little MIA on the whole blogging front lately, and the other day I saw this challenge being shared on Instagram... I thought to myself, it would be a great way to share my story and get back into the blogging world ! When I started my blog FOUR years ago (Crazy right !) It was an extremely therapeutic form of healing for me, and although I am doing emotionally well now, I believe it will still be therapeutic for me to revisit the whole experience again. SO here it goes !! Over the next 3o days, I will be sharing a blog post that follows the above challenge. I will be posting a few photos on Instagram, but the majority of this challenge will be done via my blog. I am not 100% open with my adoption story on Facebook and Instagram (for many reasons, but mostly to protect the privacy of Cash and his family, and also because I am not proud of the fact I became pregnant as a teenager and don't believe the whole world needs to know my personal story) BUT November is National Adoption Month and I would like to bring more awareness to Adoption, and the wonderful thing that it is. Stay tuned as I complete this journey !! </div>
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It seems that time passes by so quickly, and it isn't until Cash's birthday approaches each year that I realize the full extent of that. I cannot believe it has been FOUR years since I had that cute little guy. FOUR years since my life flipped upside down. </div>
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In the past four years I have made peace with my decision, learned from my mistakes, and realized that I can't hold onto things I have no control over. Things are not ideal, and I wish that I had more involvement in Cash's life than I presently do. But I don't, and I can't be angry about that. </div>
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CASH. I WILL FOREVER LOVE YOU.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-9176892438181068632014-06-15T14:35:00.002-07:002014-06-15T14:35:48.117-07:00for my dad.This post is about my hero, my first love, and my greatest fan. This is to the man who provided for his family in so many more ways than simply physical provisions. He has worked hard every day of his life, and even throughout difficult times, he always manages to keep laughing.<br />
If you haven't had the privilege of meeting my father, you are seriously missing out. This man has a heart of pure gold, and is hilarious to boot. I know a lot of people feel this way about their parents, but I ACTUALLY have the best dad in the world. (Don't even try to fight with me on that one, because I will win haha) He would do absolutely anything for my siblings and I, and for anyone who needed him, for that matter. I have witnessed him countless times going to help a neighbour, whether they asked for it or not, and if he got a call from someone who needed him, he would drop everything and be there as soon as he could.<br />
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I can feel of a special bond that my dad and Cash share, even though their time together has been short. I know that it was very difficult for him to see me go through the experience that I did. I know that he would have been incredibly supportive if I had decided to parent Cash, just as he was supportive of my decision to place. Not once did he or my mom tell me what to do, and I am so grateful for that because it was 100% my decision and they allowed me that freedom. I have never once doubted that he or my mom loved me, because they show it in a hundred different ways. All throughout my life he made sure I knew how much he loved me. He was always writing little notes for me to find that said "I love you", and now that I am on my own he will send emails and texts randomly, just to remind me that he is thinking of me and loves me. But he doesn't have to tell me with words, because he shows it even more so with everyday actions and acts of service to remind me how much he cares. If I am ever feeling down, all I have to do is call my dad and he instantly will make me feel better, simply by reminding me of how lucky I am to have a man like him as a role model.<br />
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I would sincerely consider myself lucky to marry someone who is half the man my father is. He is understanding, selfless, loving, hard-working, funny, Christ-like, kind, and all around a genuinely wonderful person. As you can tell from this whole long spiel, is that I hold a very, very special place in my heart for this man. No one is perfect, but in my eyes he is pretty darn close. Every day of my life I feel of his unconditional love for me, and not a moment goes by that I am not grateful that I was sent to this earth to be raised by two wonderful parents. I am so blessed.<br />
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Another Mother's Day has approached, which means another painful time of year for us Birthmoms. But this year feels different to me than previous years before. An account on Instagram has recently started trending #placed- that got me thinking about the terms we use to describe adoption, and why the negative connotation needs to be changed. I am tired of hearing the words "gave up". </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Birth mothers don't "give up" their children- We <u>give </u>them LIFE, we <u>give </u>them LOVE, we <u>give </u>them HOPE, and most importantly; we <u>give</u> them a FAMILY. Birthmothers put the needs of our children above the desires of our hearts, and just as our own mothers do every day of their lives, Birthmom's do what is best for our children, purely because of the pure love we have for them. Birthmother's sacrifice their own happiness, for the well-being of their children. We <u>give</u> a little piece of our heart that can never be replaced. We <u>give</u> another mother the gift she was always missing. We give & give & give & give- but we never GIVE UP. </span></div>
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I became a mother the moment I started carrying a child. I became a mother when I gave birth to a little boy and felt the same love all mothers feel for their children. I switched roles and became a BIRTHMOTHER during that sacred moment when I placed my son into his Mother's arms. No matter how untraditional the route was that brought me there, I AM still a mother. For a fleeting moment I played the active role of one, and now I get to watch my son from the sidelines.</div>
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I am so deeply thankful for my experience, no matter how hard it has been. I am thankful for the beautiful woman who protects a part of my heart she gets to call her own- and that she gives that little boy SO much love. I am thankful that I call myself a birth MOTHER- and that no one can take that away from me.</div>
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So yes, there are still streams of tears falling down my cheeks- but they are there to remind me of what I GAVE. And that's what I will be focussing on this Mother's Day. It's still a painful day, but it is a happy day too. Wishing a very Happy Mother's Day to all the amazing women in my life who are mothers, each in our own unique ways. I love you all. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-16041136025040430742014-01-03T22:35:00.000-08:002014-11-02T22:38:08.332-08:00reflection on the yearIsn't it amazing how time passes us by & nothing seems to change- & then you look back on a whole year & it seems like nothing is the same ?<br />
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I am terrible at journal keeping, so this post will be my journal reflection on the past year. No surprise that its late, but here is a list of my most memorable moments of 2013:<br />
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<li>Playa del Carmen, Mexico: attended a seminar hosted by Kerastase Paris for top salons in Canada. This was an amazing opportunity for me to gain knowledge from some of the top business owners in my industry, and also meet other beauty professionals from across Canada. This week was a great learning experience for me, as well as a lot of fun. Plus its Mexico- whats not to love about a trip there! </li>
<li>Toronto: Took a very intensive advanced hair cutting course- very very lucky to have a job that helps out with advanced education because I am very fortunate to have been able to take this class. & I just love downtown Toronto- the food, shopping, its all amazing ! </li>
<li>Attended my first Gala - I bought this amazing gold Ralph Lauren gown, and it was a happy moment for me because I almost felt like I was reliving my grad haha- as we all know, I was 9.5mos pregnant for my high school grad, and I didn't get to wear a dress that I normally would have picked out. So this was really exciting for me. </li>
<li>Palm Springs, CA: Weeklong vacation there and attended Stagecoach (Country version of Coachella)- I am a HUGE country music fan so this was an amazing experience !! I highly recommend going if you have the chance (as long as you can survive in 40 degree weather outside all day!- SO HOT)</li>
<li>Vegas: I am in love with the Backstreet Boys (as you all probably know by now) and I was fortunate enough to be able to see them in VEGAS to celebrate my friends 25th Birthday, as well as a month late celebration of my 21st. Lets just say it was an absolute blast haha. We had so much fun at the BSB concert and then went to their after party and were just feet away from them. Definitely a major highlight of my whole year. </li>
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<b>Relationships </b>- Some ended, and others began. I went through a very difficult breakup this year, and I actually couldn't be more grateful for that- as heartbreaking as it was. I learnt so many things through that experience, and I grew so much as a person after allowing myself to walk away from it. I realized what I truly wanted out of a relationship, and pretty much life in general. Yes, I made mistakes. But because of those, I realized what I needed to change in my own life and how I wouldn't allow myself to go through the same experience again.<br />
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In my <b>career</b> this year, I did some pretty cool things and furthered myself so much. Most recognizable was that I helped start up a new salon. This was a very challenging and exhausting, yet rewarding experience for me. I did things I never imagined I would do, and achieved some major things that I didn't imagine I would in 21 years of life haha. I pretty much spent my summer around the clock there- making sure construction was going as planned, deciding on changes, developing an operating system, hiring(sometimes firing), on and on… I put my heart and soul into that salon- And I couldn't be more proud of the outcome. I am truly blessed to be a part of a team where we are constantly striving to become better at what we do. We have a great support system, and everyone is willing to help out when needed. While my job is not always easy, it is definitely rewarding and enjoyable.<br />
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I definitely became more <b>independent</b> this year as well. I did things that were completely out of the ordinary for me, such as flying alone, snowboarding alone, etc. I realized that I do not need to depend on others- if I want to do something, I will dang well do it !! haha. I am learning to be more content with myself and being alone. This is a very big step for me, but necessary for my overall growth as an individual.<br />
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Well, it seems that growing up and getting older means that the dynamic of life changes too- I can't even count how many friends got engaged/married or are having/had babies in 2013. And to be honest- I am a tad bitter about the whole thing. I can't really explain my feelings towards why I feel the way that I do- I have been accused of jealousy and maybe thats true and I had been in denial about it until now haha… But heres the honest truth now- Yes, I am a little jealous. I had the opportunity to create a family for myself 4 years ago. I chose not to because I wanted more for myself, and for my child. That is something I stand behind 100% and would never go back on that decision. But the fact that people around me are getting married makes me bitter because I so wish that I had been in a different situation all those years ago. While I don't have a child now- In my mind and heart, I am a mother. I felt the same emotions any new mother would, and still feel that way sometimes. My heart and arms ache to have my little baby back again. So while I look at my friends new families, I am overjoyed for them that they have found happiness. But it is bitter-sweet, because I know that I have so much love to give, and no one to give it to. But of course, the time will come. (I guess I didn't learn patience this year.. haha)<br />
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<b>2013 was a complete roller coaster ride for me.</b> The girl I started 2013 as is not at all the same person who sits here now facing 2014. And that is a good thing. I faced numerous <b>challenges </b>this year that were extremely hard for me. 2010 was definitely the most difficult year of my life after the adoption of my son, but 2013 was pretty dang close. A lot of really hard things happened to me this year, and most won't be shared on here.. But I have learnt from those trials, and hope that they will shape my future so that I can create a positive outcome for myself. I lost myself for a good portion of the year, and it took hitting some serious road blocks to make me realize where I wanted to be, and what changes I had to make in my life to get there. Somehow, I pulled through these low moments and something good came out of each one of them once I made up my mind to find the positive hiding.<br />
So, at the end of 2013, I am very <b>content</b>. I am happy with who I am, and where I am heading. Excited to see where 2014 will take me. I know it won't all be smooth, but I know that I can overcome whatever obstacles come my way. Bring it on, 2014- I'm ready for you !!<br />
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Canadian Thanksgiving has come and gone, and I sit here
reflecting on what I am thankful for. But what do I have that I cannot be
thankful for? Truly life has blessed me throughout my 21 years, and I can
honestly say have nothing to be ungrateful for. Of course I have my hard days, as everyone does, but in the end I am lucky to have these challenges to help me continually learn as I go. Life is hard. But it is so beautiful at the same time :)</div>
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I spent a wonderful weekend back at home with my family, and
it was 4 days of non-stop laughter, love, and fun. My best friend had a little
girl a month ago, and my sister had a boy 3 days later. Cuddling with these little cuties was therapy for my heart, and I can't even imagine how much love I will have to share with children of my own one day. I look forward to that time down the road, when I am ready.</div>
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Well, a few weeks ago I received an amazing update from Cash’s
parents, showing me through photos, videos, and words what a darling little man
he is growing into. So this
thanksgiving, I am most thankful for the blessing that is my birthson & his
family. I can't believe how much he has grown, I am so unbelievably proud of him and how smart he is becoming. He is talking in full sentences, riding a bike, and just being the most adorable little kid my eyes have ever seen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My heart is so very full of love and gratitude.</span> Each time I
receive these updates, it confirms once more that<b> I made the best decision for
him</b>. I can’t imagine what his life would be like had it been any other way. I can
feel of the love they have as a family, and they really do provide for him better than I could ever hoped for. My heart is filled with joy when I realize that I was the one who gave him the ability to have this life.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I am so proud of my decision and I don't care who knows it! </span></div>
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Cash knows he has 2 moms and 2 dads, who each love him unconditionally. </div>
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What could be better than that? He is happy, and thats what makes me happy.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am truly blessed.</span></div>
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<b>This post is not going to be fun.</b> It's not about adoption, it's not about what I've been doing. </div>
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I don't know how many people even read my blog any more. I kind of went AWOL these past 2 years, and I regret that now. I lost focus on what was important- which was focussing on myself & continually healing. I stopped searching within and figuring out all the emotions that were swirling inside. I kept everything bottled everything up for the past two years, until finally today it all came rushing out in a wave. Actually, more like a raging hurricane. <b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Today, I hit rock bottom</i></span>.</b> </div>
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I realized about a gazillion things that I have kept tucked away in this corner of my mind, not wanting to face the reality of them. This post is going to be <span style="font-size: large;"><b>100% honest. </b></span>And thats scary, and I might wish I hadn't done this in the morning, but for right now I know it needs to be done. </div>
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<b>I'm not complaining about my life, </b>because I really am blessed & I feel truly grateful for what I have. That is not the issue here at all. This is about me having to come clean for myself, and for the ones I love around me. I'm breaking down all my walls and being completely <span style="font-size: large;"><b>vulnerable.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have no one to blame but myself. </b></span>Which makes it even harder to accept. For those of you (if anyone is even reading this) who know me, you know how <b><span style="font-size: large;">c r a z y</span> </b>my life is. I am a full-time university student and also work full-time as a hairstylist. Its <i>exhausting.</i> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am not capable of doing everything. </b></span>There, I admitted it. And yes it was painful to write. Sometimes we have to learn how to say<b> <span style="font-size: large;">no. </span>WE CANT DO IT ALL. </b></div>
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Sometimes you just have to GIVE UP if you know that it isn't meant to be.<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>But <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Why do we feel like we have to prove something to the world ?</b> </span>Why can't we just stand up and say <b>"HERE I AM. THIS IS ME. & I AM PROUD OF IT"?!</b> </div>
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Why must we always be searching for the next thing to show everyone else that we are somehow better than they are? </div>
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Sometime in the past three years, I changed drastically.<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>I became a person that I was never meant to become.</b></span><b> </b>I looked in the mirror today and couldn't even recognize the girl staring back at me. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (Example: Why do I feel it is necessary to own 58219 Michael Kors handbags ? Do you even know how ridiculously overpriced those things are? And yet here I am, acting like my budget actually is flexible enough to buy these bags to hold all the crap I think I have to carry around everywhere I go. I love my bags, I really do. But it is just NOT NECESSARY. )</span></div>
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I've been focussing so much attention on <span style="font-size: large;">Material things, </span>& not the things that truly make us<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Happy. </b></span><b>WHO CARES HOW MUCH MONEY YOU MAKE.</b> Its what you do in your free time that shows how 'wealthy' you really are. And if you don't have that free time (like me) how do you expect to ever <b>ENJOY LIFE ?</b></div>
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I need to make time for myself. I need to remember what it means to have a social life outside of work, to take the time to <b>S M I L E </b> and be silly. I want to be<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>spontaneous.</b> </span>I want to be able to <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Make Memories</b> </span>& not look back on my life wishing I had taken<b> MORE CHANCES.</b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>God loves us no matter what.</b></span> And right now, that is the only thing keeping me from checking myself into the loony bin. I know that when I fall asleep tonight, no matter how much despair I am feeling, <span style="font-size: large;">there is someone who can take all this pain away.</span> He is watching over me, and reminding me that <b>I CAN DO IT.</b> I can overcome this depression that has taken hold over my life, and He can make me whole again. <b><span style="font-size: large;">He can ease my burdens</span> </b>& set me on the right track, with my head held high. And that right there, is what will get me through the coming days. </div>
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<i style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">Sometimes hitting rock bottom is a good thing.</i> It makes you realize where you've <span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">been, </span>what you're<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> doing, </span>and where you want to<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>end up.</b></span><b> </b>And it gives you<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> a firm kick in the butt to get you going there faster. </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-69450776465328334662013-06-18T23:32:00.000-07:002013-06-18T23:32:51.516-07:00birthday number three <div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Happy Third Birthday, Cash. </span>Even as I type that I still can't believe it has been this long. The memories of those few days we spent together 3 years ago will never leave me. The precise details are starting to slowly fade over time, but the feelings are as real to me today as when I first felt them. Nothing could have ever prepared me for the emotions I felt that day you came into the world. My heart was filled with such <b>LOVE</b>, joy and peace, as I knew that I was making the right choice for you. I feel <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>so blessed</b></span> to be a part of such an amazing spirits journey here on earth, and lucky that I am able to continue watching you learn and grow in this crazy thing called life. </div>
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WOW. It has been way too long since I last wrote a post! I have 16 drafts sitting here, of which none made it onto my page. None of them seemed good enough for anyone to read. I don't even know what I'm going to write here tonight either, but I felt like its about time I wrote something. </div>
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I've spent the last 2 hours looking through old blog posts from the past 2 years (crazy to think I started this that long ago) - and thinking about how much has changed since then. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was a mess back then.</span> And still now, when I read my words, I become a mess again. I have been incredibly busy since my last post, with a crazy work life and working on my bachelors degree, and unfortunately I haven't spent much time to think about how I am feeling. <span style="font-size: large;">I still think about Cash every single day, but the sad tears I used to shed are beginning to be replaced with smiles. </span></div>
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Honestly, sometimes I can't even believe I went through what I did. <span style="font-size: large;">I'm proud of myself.</span> I don't think I have ever said that to anyone, but I am. It doesn't even seem real that I was pregnant, let alone in highschool and gave birth when I was a teenager. It actually is so crazy. Obviously I know I did, but it seems like just a far off memory by now. So much changes in 3 years! </div>
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When I think back to the "dark" days when I started this blog, my heart absolutely breaks apart. <span style="font-size: large;">I felt so much pain and sorrow that first year after I placed Cash.</span> Reading my words and having those memories come back is difficult, but I think that it is good therapy for me too.</div>
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I had the opportunity to see Cash and his family twice this year, and I am truly grateful for that. They are amazing people, and I feel blessed to be able to spend time with them. Each time it gets so much easier, and it helps me cope with the pain I still feel from his placement. But like I've said before, seeing Cash isn't hard for me- I absolutely love seeing him grow and learn- it's remembering the feelings I had when we had our first goodbye, and how empty it made me feel, and still makes me feel.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The pain sometimes eases, but I don't believe it will ever truly go away. There's a place in my heart that will always be for that little boy- no matter how old he gets, I will forever think of him as a tiny baby in my arms. I will always cherish the short moments we spent together, with me as his mother.</span> And tonight, I will be traveling back to those days and trying to feel close to him by sleeping with his baby blanket. I haven't faced my feelings for awhile, and tonight I think its time I do.</div>
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I don't know if many still read my posts, especially since I have been slacking off this year, but I still want to thank those of you who do for taking the time to read my blog over the past 2 years, even if sometimes I don't have much to say. Writing was exactly what I needed to help me deal with the pain I was going through at an extremely difficult time in my life. I am so grateful for those of you who reached out to me and helped me feel of your love. </div>
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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I love you all so very much.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687476094888528623.post-17990129038652999762012-08-08T23:47:00.000-07:002013-11-05T20:25:32.433-08:0020 years older and (hopefully) wiser too<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">well, today marks my 20th birthday... i feel a whole lot older than that though ! i've been thinking today about the things i have learned throughout my 20 years of life, and i want to share some of it with you. none of this is rocket science, but this blog is my only way to expressing how i feel at this point in my life. so here comes the list ;</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... that life is short and can be taken away in an instant. say <i>"i love you"</i>- because you never know when it might be the last time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned that<i> one decision</i> can change the entire course of your life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... a choice that seems so insignificant at the time can give you <i>heartache </i>for life, and bring heartache to others as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... nothing and no one should ever come between<i> best friends</i>. and that it doesn't matter where your best friend lives, or how often you talk to each other- you'll always be best friends.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... you can't help who you <i>fall in love</i> with, sometimes you just do. don't fight it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned that no matter how many times people say "no regrets"- we all know thats not really true. <i>we all live with a regret </i>hiding somewhere. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... age doesn't determine <i>maturity</i>, its the experiences you face and how you deal with those experiences that determines maturity. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... nothing makes me <i>happier</i> than spending time with family, and i look forward to the day i start one of my own. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... that there really is <i>no greater love</i> than a mother's for her child. i am eternally grateful for the opportunity i've already had to experience that for myself. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned ... sometimes its OK to cry and <i>feel sorry for yourself</i>, as long as you're there to pull yourself back up again when the time comes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i've learned how <i>crazy, scary, challenging, and exciting</i> life is... & that it all happens the way it's supposed to.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I've done some pretty crazy, scary, challenging and exciting things in my twenty years of life. And even though I'm not proud of it all, I wouldn't change a thing. I met the most amazing people along the way, including my favorite little man and his family. How blessed am I ?! Here's to many more years of mistakes, memories, and happiness. </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I wrote this in my journal for Cash nearly 2 years ago. I am in the process of writing it all into a new journal that I might one day give to him. Well, this entry stuck out to me, and explains how I am still continually feeling, even 2 years after his birth. It amazes me how I was barely 18 years old when I wrote this entry, which seems like ages ago now- but when I read it over, I clearly remember feeling the desperation and hurt my words portray. </i></span><br />
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I still miss that little boy every day. Each waking moment of my life is spent with thoughts of him near to my heart. The sadness I was feeling during the time I wrote this is slowly being replaced with contentment, and I know one day it will grow into joy. I love my little blue-eyed boy, and am so grateful for the gift I had of bringing him into this world. I love you Cash, and miss you every day.</i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I still have extremely hard days. Days when I strongly question the decision I made to place you. I don't regret my decision, I know in my heart that it was the right one. But my heart calls out to you, and my arms feel empty without you in them. You are a part of me, Cash. Not a minute of the day goes by that I don't think of you.. What you're doing, how you're doing, what it would've been like had I made a different choice. I don't worry about you- I know without a doubt that you are being well taken care of. Your mom and dad are the most important people to me, besides you of course. I trusted them to raise you, and I know they are doing a perfect job. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cash, I know that I am being selfish. There's a part of my heart missing and you are the only one who can fill it. I want you to fill it. I deal with the pains of guilt everyday.. Please forgive me for what I have done. Never feel like I didn't love you! Please. That is my greatest fear. I worry that you will hate me once you learn that you are adopted.. Always know I loved you more than absolutely everything in this whole world, and I had to do what was best for you. Even if it was the hardest thing for me. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The pain and sadness I feel will never go away, but it comforts me to know that you are happy. You ARE happy right? That's all I ever wanted, Cash. I know you are getting the life I wanted for you and couldn't give. I am so grateful for your parents, for being the kind of people who will carry you to the eternities. I hope when that day comes I will meet you there, and take you in my arms once again. On the day of your placement your mom promised me she would do everything she could to get you back to our Heavenly Father, and I promised to live my life in the way so that I will be there with you too. The day that happens is the day I know everything I went through was worth it. Please make your parents proud, Cash. We <u>all</u> love you so much.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't regret my decision Cash, but that doesn't make it any easier to bear. I miss you more than words can say. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I <b>always </b>will. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Forever love, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your Birthmother</span></div>
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I'm sitting in bed at my parents house, the same bed I woke up in having contractions two years ago. This time, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">two very short years ago,</span> I was on my way to the hospital with my mom. I had been in earlier that night but they sent me home, with a shot of Demerol so that I was able to relax. After getting me into the delivery room at about midnight, it all became a blur. <b>Little did I know that at 3:59am, I was going to meet the little boy who would turn my world upside down. </b>I wasn't prepared for the emotions I would feel during the next few days.. For those amazing days, he was known to the world as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Cash Mackenzie Curtis Sloan</span>. &<u> I was his mom. </u></div>
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<b>I wouldn't take those days back for anything. </b>I knew that I would have to make the<i> heart-wrenching decision to place him in the arms of someone else</i>, but that didn't keep me from loving him as any mother would. </div>
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The past 2 years since that morning have been the craziest of my life, but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I owe all that I have to that little boy.</span> <b>He didn't make the decision to come to this earth, but I thank my Heavenly Father every day for the </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">blessing </span><b>that he is to my life. </b>What started out as being a <b>trial</b> has definitely impacted my life for the best, and helped <b>shape me into the person I am today.</b><br />
<i>I couldn't be more grateful for Cash's parents, and their willingness to share his life with me. I feel blessed that over the past 2 years I have continued to play a role in Cash's life. </i></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Happy Birthday </b>to my blue eyed boy. </span></i><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><b>love and miss you always.</b></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>I loved you then, & I love you still. </b></i></span></div>
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