Chuck Norris and Motherhood

Motherhood  is joy beyond measure, but holy crap is life different!

As I’m learning to navigate this new phase of life, there are times when I wonder where I am, who I have become, and have I lost myself in the process of becoming a mother?

In the midst of all this questioning and changing, who knew Chuck Norris would have the insight I needed?!?

It all started when we picked up his book “The Secret Power Within: Zen Solutions to Real Problems” at a used book sale. I intended to give it to a friend as a gift, but one night when I was up late nursing I decided to glance through it. That’s when I found this quote:

“Handle everything with a disposition open to chance or change.”

And that’s my life in a nutshell right now:

I thought I was going to wear this cute shirt,

but now there’s pee on it.

I was going to run a quick errand,

but I’m still in my pjs.

I was leaving early,

but after I got the baby ready there was a diaper explosion.

Handle everything with a disposition open to chance or change…because children are improv artists and laughing is the only way to keep your sanity!

Thank you Chuck Norris for the unexpected insight into handling life…you are a badass!

If you want to check it out for yourself, I found some copies on amazon here.

Or let me know and I’ll lend you my copy!

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When the best way isn’t “normal”

I was adopted into my current family almost two decades ago, so it would be natural to think that when it came to building my own family, I would not be as rigid on how it happened.

Instead, I saw this as my chance to finally be “normal.”

I just wanted to be a regular person having a family the regular way.


So when we realized pregnancy on our own was not an option, it took me years before I was ready to look at other routes to parenthood.

I had to let go of the dream I had of a “normal” life, and it was not easy for me to surrender that.

Once I did, we found out about embryo adoption, and everything just clicked.


I like to say that it is the best of both worlds, because we get the incredible privilege of adopting embryos  AND the amazing experience of pregnancy.best isn't normal

It has also been the complication of both worlds, because we got the endless paperwork of the adoption process and the frustration of fertility treatments.

best isn't normalAnd it is the greatest miracle in our world.


We used an adoption agency in Washington state, were matched with a family in the United Kingdom, with embryos stored in Boston, that had to be transported to us in New Orleans.

We were literally all over the map, as far from normal as you can get…

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and I wouldn’t have it any other way!


How about you? Has something not going “your” way turned out even better than you imagined? Click here to share this article on Facebook and tell your story….

We all need help remembering that when life isn’t looking the way we imagined, it’s leading us somewhere even better!


God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us. ~ Ephesians 3:20, The Message


Want to hear a song I wrote specifically about the wonderful joy of this pregnancy? Check it out here…it even features the baby’s heartbeat! 

Our dog ate Peace

When our dog Shadow gets nervous, he chews things.

Most of the time it’s a wicker trash can or basket.

Mildly annoying, but not terribly expensive to replace.

There have been some more pricey victims as well….like the extra leaf for the table that we store under our bed and only bring out when we have company coming over.

That one was a little harder to forgive.

Over the years we’ve learned to keep wood and wicker items out of his reach, but sometimes I forget.

Which is why, while decorating for Christmas, I placed a  wooden “Peace” sign on the hearth in our living room.

Well, there was a thunderstorm while we were out one evening which made Shadow nervous.

And he literally needed peace in the midst of the storm.

So he attacked and ate the “Peace” decoration.

Even though I know he was only looking for the nearest wooden thing to chew on, it does seem ironic that he was eating the very word that described what he was looking for.


It’s easy to poke fun at how silly he is, but I wonder if Shadow and I are really that different.

How many times have I been so angry that I’ve attacked and chewed out the very person that could help me calm down?

For instance, on Christmas Eve I was hit with an avalanche of food after opening the freezer.

I had a meltdown (no pun intended) and immediately turned and yelled at my husband.

What I really needed was a hug and some help in the kitchen.

But instead, I ripped him a new one.

I chewed up Peace.


I wish that I had taken a music minute when I felt myself getting exasperated.

Taking a time-out to tune in would have saved me a lot of grief.

Something short and simple like this song could have really helped me turn the whole experience around.