All posts by Violeta

A week in France in November

I’ve known Livia for over three decades. The longest I’ve known any of my current adult friends. My Mom tells me stories about going shopping for her wedding, with Livia’s mom (her wedding godmother as well). We are second degre cousins. We share a great-great grandparent. My genealogist-by-nature mom would know. And we used to visit each other often. As a kid I still remember the delicious food I ate at her house, and I remember my brother playing chess with her brother.


Waiting for our second daughter

It was a warm Fall season, much like this one, when with intense emotions, with anticipation and nervousness, we were waiting to become parents for the first time. Two years have passed since. We prepared for the impact, like two ships on the stormy sea.

My first book

I wrote this. For Jackie. For us. Inspired by the monthly meetings at a post adoption support group. We heard so many golden truths, but applying them feels less natural. I was nervous and excited to read it Jackie. She loved it! At some pages she would just listen quietly. At others she would giggle and ask me to go back to those pages. And on one page she contradicted me. She said she doesn’t feel upset or furious. I told her that some adopted kids at some point feel that way and that I’m always open to hear her heart. It went a bit over her head, I think. But I have small windows to lead the way, to speak Truth into her heart, into her mind. And always reassure her of my availability and love for her. MORE +

Familiarity with kids

Little kids made me uncomfortable as an adolescent and young adult. I felt no desire to hold them or to interact with them. For the most part I didn’t understand them, and as far as I could remember I was just not around babies at all. Though as a little girl, I played mommy for a life-size baby and I enjoyed it greatly.

My legacy…

Holding baby Caleb in my arms, I often start praying for him, almost involuntary. This innocent, fragile creature will grow up to be a strong man, to honor God, to bring glory to Him.


Exploring nature on a whim

In college I longed to go explore beautiful Romania. But I can count on one hand how many times I did that. I love nature, I enjoy hiking, but I was in a pretty lazy crowd. Only three guys had cars, and the logistics of traveling were otherwise complicated. And the days, the weeks, the months, years would go by without tasting the joy of exploring nature in its splendor.


Cand ma asez seara tarziu in pat, si o aud in surdina pe Jackie cum ofteaza in somn, nu mai am cuvinte, desi gandurile alearga mai cu viteza.