Like most four-year-old kids, my son is challenged by transitions. He is great most of the time, but the sudden change from one activity or environment to another causes him anxiety. I have to send warning messages to help him prepare. "Once this TV program goes off, no more TV." "10 more seconds in the shower and I am turning off the water." This strategy is working, more and more everyday.
Now, I am facing concern about my own transition. You see, I started this blog per the request of my adoption agency to support other single parents like myself who were diving into trans-racial adoption alone. My adoption agency abruptly closed earlier this year and I was heartbroken. So, I stopped posting. Why am I doing this? Do single parents even have other avenues to adopt? (They do.)
Cue mental crisis. Add in everyday stress. Then, add in some sleep and a few runs.
I am now on the other side of this. Crisis is over. I want to continue this blog. I want to continue sharing our story. So many people have reached out to me after reading a post giving me great ideas on how to overcome tough situations. I always say that it takes a village to raise an Amy, and that is more true today than ever before.
So, I will continue to share our journey. It's scary and exciting at the same time and I am happy to take you along for the ride.