Our Journey For Cole: First Haircut

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

First Haircut

I had to get my hair colored this morning, it was turning grey way before Cole came, anyhow while we were all sitting there it occurred to me that I should ask my stylist if she did children's haircuts? Yep, so Cole ended up getting his 1st "professional" haircut. I was so proud of him, he didn't fuss or cry at all the whole time, and his hair looks great. He even got a few compliments later in the day while we were running errands. I'll post pic's as soon as I can download them from my cell phone...

2 comments:

mel@livvyloowho said...: Where are those pictures? Funny looking back at his first haircut pictures (I recall you loved those:)) at the difference.; November 17, 2007 at 12:36 PM
Pop-pop said...: Obviously your Journey For Cole has been a resounding success. He looks just great. He will surely grow up to be a credit to your parenting and his Uzbek heritage. It is wonderful you are continuing your blog. You are an inspiration to our daughter and son-in-law (Mike & Lisa R) and all the others still trying to climb the path to bring joy and a family's love to another child.; November 18, 2007 at 1:47 PM

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Adoptive Mothers Poem

Being an adoptive mother is not for every woman. She must possess not only the natural mother instinct but an understanding and appreciation of the situation that brought a child into her arms making her a mother.

The adoptive family comes to be by choices made, choices made by the first parents and by the adoptive parents. This bond the adoptive mother has with her child grows over time, like the child did within his first mother's womb. Day by day, touch by touch, with each tear, kiss, and memory made they became a family. Adoptive mothers have that special knack to let love grow.

The adoptive mother knows that she is a mender of wounds, not just of the physical skinned knees with a band-aid and a kiss, but of the heart. She gives love, acceptance, and permission to ask and talk about the day he was born and of his first parents. Adoptive mothers are embracers, not only of the child with many hugs and kisses, but of the child's heritage and history.

She embraces the facts of her child's past with strength for herself and the child. She's not only a memory maker planning family vacations, activities, and birthday parties, but also a memorykeeper. She's a tier of shoelaces and of hearts. She weaves lives together into a tapestry of a new family, with many different brightly, colored threads showcasing their individualities and family origins. Together they create one unit attached to each other.

Adoptive mothers are experts at finding lost objects, but understand and validate the profound, deep loss left by adoption. She allows the tears to fall and grief to be felt, allowing the mourning of the mom not there. She is secure in knowing that she's not a replacement, but a finisher of a race for someone who, for whatever reason, could not run any longer.

This role is not for the weak of spirit, or the easily wounded. Loving a child not born to her but calling him her own, but this is what she does, it is her calling. She is a mother.

Quick Facts

Uzbekistan, in the ancient cradle between the Amu-Darya and Syr-Darya rivers, is the most historically fascinating of the Central Asian republics. Within it are some of the oldest towns in the world, some of the Silk Road's main centres and most of the region's architectural splendours. When To Go The best time to visit is in spring from May until the end of June, and in autumn from September until November. The weather is mild and in April the desert blooms briefly. In autumn it's harvest time, and the markets are full of fresh fruit. If you're interested in trekking the mountains, summer (July and August) is a better time to visit; at all other times the weather is unpredictable and there can be snow in the passes from Christmas to February. You may wish to remain in the mountains to stay cool, as the rest of the country will be sizzling at this time. But remember, whilst the mountains are pleasantly cool in summer, they are freezing in winter.