Three Momma’s Loving Three Chromosomes

A few weeks ago, I posted about friends that are near and dear to my heart. Tonight, I got to thinking about those friendships, those relationships between women that connect us all as mothers and as women. Some of them I have met, others I chat with online, others I have exchanged occasional emails with back and forth. But these three women, they have no idea what they have brought into my life and how I am a better mother because of them.

At first, I would joke that it was the almond-eyed beauties with a magical extra chromosome that linked these mothers together.  My Instagram feed is filled with pictures of their children’s smiling faces and I would gush over them as I would show my husband, my friends, and co-workers exclaiming “look at this beautiful child!’

It wasn’t until a few days ago when I truly realized what linked these women together and the reason why I admire each of them individually… and it extends beyond that extra chromosome in their family tree. Truth is, these three mothers are the epitome of strength, courage, and unconditional love.

Kelle, now a rather famous mommy blogger and New York Times best selling author, openly shared her pain, heartbreak and loss that came with giving birth to a child with unexpected Down Syndrome.   Since Nella’s birth she has openly blogged about the storm that accompanied Nella’s diagnosis as well as the rainbow that followed.  In her book Bloom (a must-read for any mother I might add), she documents the pain she experienced when she first brought Nella into the world, and momma didn’t hold back. In fact, it was the honest, raw, and vivid account of her devastation that brought me to tears and left me thinking “I could see myself being friends with her.” Nothing about Nella’s birth story was sugar coated… well, unless you count the champagne glasses with Nella’s name on them, the pink gift boxes for visitors and the countless gorgeous pictures taken of her birth, because let’s face it that isn’t the experience that most mothers experience. Two years later however, Kelle has taken the heartbreak in stride and focuses primarily on being a mother. Not a mother of a child with Down Syndrome, but a mother.

Patti is a remarkable mother for so many reasons, ten reasons in fact… and soon to be eleven.  Yes, you read that right, in a few short months Patti will bring her eleventh child into this world.  Her tenth child, a perfect Lily, has that magical extra chromosome. But the love that this family radiates and shines upon this little girl is truly amazing and admirable. As if taking care of her large and growing family isn’t enough for this momma, she continues to make her mark on the world by advocating for orphan children with mental and physical handicaps that desperately need a mommy and a daddy to love them unconditionally. Who will bring them into their home, hug them, tuck them in at night, and tell them “I will always love you.” Because love does not count chromosomes.

And Kelly, the momma whose heart I am praying for tonight, is a remarkable woman… although if I had to guess, she would deny her amazingness wholeheartedly.  Months ago, I wrote a post about lovely little Charlotte who waited across the world for her momma to come bring her home, into a home that didn’t care about her extra chromosome.  Since that post, Charlotte is happy, thriving and at home with her forever family.  But this Momma, although her heart beamed with love for her daughter that now cuddled in her arms, couldn’t forget the hopeful and longing eyes of those children she left behind.  And so, the decision was made to bring not just one more child home and into their family, but two.  Two little girls with special needs in need of a special mommy.  There is no doubt that Kelly and her husband are blazing new trails as they embark on their journey to bring home two more daughters.  And tonight, Kelly’s heart is undoubtedly spanning the ocean and resides with her soon-to-be youngest daughter as Annie prepares to have a heart condition repaired tomorrow morning.  Not even a year old, little Annie is about to undergo a major surgery with the hopes that it will improve her health and help her grow and thrive.  To Kelly, her husband, and many others, Annie is already perfect… her tiny heart just hasn’t caught up to her perfection yet.

Please join me in sending prayers, love and thoughts to both Kelly and her Annie tonight/tomorrow as undergoes her heart surgery. Hopefully this will bring Annie and Kelly’s other daughter Josie, one step closer to coming home.

Remembering Olivia

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According to Mother’s Against Drunk Driving, someone is killed in a drunk driving crash every 52 minutes.

In 2010, there were 10,228 deaths associated with drinking and driving.

In 2011, there were 230 deaths from drunk driving in Michigan alone.

Do me a favor, re-read those numbers again.

Now think about it.

Really think about it.

Will you remember those numbers tomorrow? A week from now? A month from now?

Now take a look at this sweet little face.

On June 25th 2012, the minivan in which Olivia (“Lulu”) and her family were riding in, was struck by a drunk driver.  Her mother was left pinned inside the vehicle as her father, a police officer, was able to get out of the car, remove Olivia from her carseat and hand her through a broken window to bystanders who had stopped to help the family as paramedics were in route.  The family of five was transported to the hospital where Olivia’s parents came face to face with their new reality, a parent’s worst nightmare. While their other two children were in stable condition, three year old Olivia did not survive.

Now look at that sweet face a second time. And let that last sentence sink in. Really sink in.

Three year old Olivia did not survive.

On that horrific day, a woman’s selfish and irresponsible decision to drive while under the influence of alcohol changed the lives of Olivia’s parents, her siblings, her family, her community…. and it took hers.
At three years old, Olivia had yet to attend her first day of school, learn to write her name, or how to ride a bike.  At three years old, she still carried her fleece blanket everywhere she went.  At three years old, she had just learned to pump her little legs on a swing.

Fact is, I can list the statistics on drunk driving fatalities but statistics are easily forgotten. Olivia’s smile… not so forgettable.

Two months ago, I wrote about the pain that our police community was suffering as a result of Olivia’s death.  And although the pain will forever be present in the hearts of those who knew and loved Olivia and those who know and love her parents, there is so much we can do for Olivia’s family.

We can promise to never drink and drive.
We can promise to remind our friends and family to never drink and drive.
We can support the movement to make drunk driving crimes more strict, support the idea of decreasing paperwork for police officers when it comes to issuing DUI’s, and we can support the idea of a future without second, third, and fourth time drunk driving offenders.
We can promise to remember Olivia.

And this week, you can help support Olivia’s family by participating in the Friends of the Cleveland Family Benefit being held on Thursday September 20th. The benefit is being held at Rosie O’Grady’s in downtown Ferndale, Michigan where Olivia’s daddy serves and protects as a police officer.  Come out and support the family as we remember Olivia and shower her family with love and support in this difficult time.  If you can not be in attendance, please consider showing your support in other ways: donating to the cause through Credit Union One under the account: Friends of the Cleveland Family, requesting to join the Facebook group “Love for Lulu” and share your support and thoughts with the family, and continue to pray for Olivia and her family.  For more information on the benefit, check out the website at http://clevelandfamilybenefit.org/index.html.

Please don’t tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too,
Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true.
Please don’t tell me that my (daughter) is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want her here with me,
Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear her voice, see her face,
Beyond today I can not see.
Don’t tell me to face the fact that she is gone,
Because denial is something I can’t stop.
Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I’ll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for awhile.
And please don’t hesitate to say her name
Because it is something I long to hear everyday.
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become… someday.
~Author: Judi Walker 1998~




How will you help remember Olivia?

Keegan Needs a Mommy

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Please excuse the ramblings, this is not the post I had intended to publish. I’m aware that this is not my first “adoption” post and I doubt that it will be my last. I sat down to finish a blog post that I began a few days ago, but as it so often happens, my mind begins to wander and soon I am surfing my favorite websites and blogs, getting completely distracted and off-topic.

I’ve written about this issue before.
How it breaks my heart.
How I so desperately want to help.
And in some ways, it is no different from the last post about a baby needing a momma.

This poor little boy is facing transfer to an adult mental institution because his baby house (a nicer way of saying ‘orphanage’) is closing and he has no where else to go.

But this time, I want him.

I’ve done my research, despite people thinking I’m insane for considering adoption at this point in our lives. I know we meet the general requirements for the adoption process.
Income-check
Medical insurance- check
Solid marriage- check
I know we have enough love, faith, and courage to take on such a blessing.

We don’t however, have the means of traveling and paying for the adoption process upfront as required by his home country.

I look at him and I wish I could bring him into our home. To hold him, tell him he is wanted, to tell him his life does have worth, to give him happiness and security. To give him love. To not only give him family, but to bless our family by bringing him into it.

And it hurts to know that I can’t.

But someone has to. Someone has to bring him home. Someone must have the means of adopting this little boy.

Someone…