My Response to “Hair?”

I wrote a short post about Hope’s hair. I was amazed at the responses I got. Hope is cared for. Hope’s needs impinge on the needs of others in the house. What we are doing is not currently working- but that neither makes me a victim or a failure. We are still, daily, looking at new possible solutions. I need to explain myself to no one, although I may chose to. You are always free to visit a different blog.

BTW, my definition of a troll is someone who posts a nasty comment and hides behind a fake email address.


I can’t believe it is real. We are adopting a child we have seen for less than 24 hours, with more labels than I have ever seen and making a lifetime commitment. This morning I am excited, nervous and overwhelmed.Maybe I have totally lost my mind and I just don’t know it yet.In less than a month, I will be 53. What am I doing? GB is excited beyond words. Texas is so far away! I can’t imagine how she is going to feel. I have no idea how to even attempt to explain it to her. I haven’t had any good answers for GB when she wants to know why Hope’s mother doesn’t want her any more.I can’t stop my mind from racing. I had less than 4 hours sleep last night and that is probably not helping. We decided to just take Hope’s favorite things with her and leave most of her stuff behind. I plan on getting her and Gb a few matching outfits and PJs. From what I saw when she visited, most of her clothes don’t fit well and weren’t the style of clothes we would wear anyway. I want Hope to … I don’t know what I want. Time to stop babbling.