*****************************************************************
*
* This email is being delivered directly to members of the group:
*
*    articles2reprint@googlegroups.com
*
*****************************************************************

Article Title:  Reclaiming Her Identity: A Mother’s Diary
Article Author:  Ruth Andrews Garnes
Article Copyright: 2005  

Article URL:
   http://thePhantomWriters.com/free_content/d/g/reclaiming-a-mothers-id...

Article Autoresponder:  
   mailto:reclaiming-a-mothers-ident...@thePhantomWriters.com

Author Contact Email:  
   mailto:rgar...@earthlink.net

Formatted to 65 Characters per Line
Word Count: 1342 words

-----------------------------------------------------------------

This article was written by Ruth Andrews Garnes.

The only role of http://thePhantomWriters.com and
http://Article-Distribution.com is in the actual
distribution of this article to you.

At TPW, we are providing an additional free tool for
webmasters who reprint the articles we distribute. If your
software does not automatically hyperlink the URL's in your
site copy, please use our Text-to-Hyperlink Conversion Tool
to convert all URL's and Mailto addresses to the required
hyperlinked format:

   http://thephantomwriters.com/link-builder.pl

-----------------------------------------------------------------

TERMS OF REPRINT - Publication Rules

This is a Free-Reprint article. The only requirements for
publishing this article are:

* You must leave the article and resource box unedited. You are
  not allowed to change our recommendations, nor are you allowed
  to change the context of the article.

* You may not use this article in UCE (Unsolicited Commercial Email).
  Email distribution of this article MUST be opt-in email only.

* We ask that you forward a copy of the ezine or newsletter
  that contains the article inside to the author at:
  mailto:rgar...@earthlink.net

* If you post this article on a website, you MUST set any URL's
  or Mailto addresses in the body of the article and most
  especially in the Author's Resource Box as hyperlinks. We
  request that you also send us a copy of the URL where you
  have posted this article.

  We are providing free Text-to-Hyperlink Conversion Tool for
  webmasters who need an easy way to convert the plain text in
  this article to hyperlinks where required, for the purpose of
  meeting our hyperlink requirements:

  http://thephantomwriters.com/link-builder.pl

If you find any of the rules to be unsavory or unacceptable, please
do not publish this article. While we are happy to make the content
available to you for your own use, we must insist on having our rules
and *Terms of Reprint* honored in full.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Reclaiming Her Identity: A Mother’s Diary
Copyright © 2005 Ruth Andrews Garnes
Author of "Fantasy/ Controversy - or My Reality"
http://home.earthlink.net/~rgarnes

After giving up my profession to become a wife, a mother of one,
then suddenly seven made life very taxing for me. I soon came
face to face with a challenging question. How did my identity
become so obscure that I lost track of my hopes and dreams?
Believing that I did not have any time left in my hectic schedule
to accomplish my goals, I slowly began to lose perspective of
whom and what I was about. My life became filled with doctor’s
appointments, therapy sessions, counseling, grocery shopping,
laundry, house cleaning, dance classes and swimming lessons.

I anticipated my various new roles but they were not quite the
way I imagined them. Adopting four children seemed like a really
noble idea but the reality was that its profound vertigo-like
existence of seemingly insurmountable ordeals, trials and
triumphs followed by more trials was very challenging for me. Its
intense effect led to my struggling with the choices I had made
in life.

First I chose to marry my husband, who I knew would be
transferred from the city where we lived at the time of our
marriage. This meant giving up a job that I loved, and that
family and friends would now be two thousand miles away. This
marked the beginning of my abandoning many of my aspirations and
dreams without any insight into all the other wonderful things
that would emerge as a direct result of that. Outwardly I
expressed the joy of being a newlywed; inwardly I mourned the
loss of my friends and colleagues and then quietly expressed my
thoughts through poetic writings.

Two years after marriage, my first child was born and this was a
joyous time for both Bill and I. Remembering his own childhood
and having been raised like an only child, Bill did not want to
inflict the same ordeal on his child. He was the last of three
children, born eight years after a sister that preceded him. He
brought up the topic of adoption when our son was five months
old. We had discussed adopting prior to marriage, so when our son
Trey was ten months old, we started our state-mandated parenting
class. It was at these classes that I first viewed the photos of
our four beautiful daughters. The children’s photos were in pairs
of two, so naturally I thought it was a family of two. Upon
inquiring about the two children, I was told it was a sibling
group of four. I certainly was not interested in adopting four
children, but I could not shake their precious little images from
my mind. On occasions I would inquire about the progress of
finding a home for the children. The answer was always the same:
Most people were interested in one child maybe two but not four.
After months of prayer and soul searching William and I decided
to bring them home.

After our daughters came home, life was far from what I imagined
it would be. My beautiful daughters had some struggles of their
own. Moving from the house they had come to know as home was very
traumatic for them. They were not equipped with any training or
experiences to make the transition easier. With limited self-
expression the older children acted out their fears and
frustration by throwing temper tantrums and bullying their
younger siblings. For the most part our household was in constant
commotion. I became very focused on wanting to makes things
better. Pretty soon I took on their issues as my own. There were
numerous difficulties, from struggling to adjust to a new home,
to dealing with abuse from their past, to learning difficulties.
Through it all I learned to love them and took measures to make
life better for them. Simultaneously, I bemoaned the fact that
they were not the perfect children I dreamed of parenting and to
add to my already precarious situation, I became pregnant with
our sixth child.

I gave birth to that child soon after we consummated our
adoption. I now had six children ages zero to five years, after
four years of marriage. Time to do the things I loved was now
non-existent. I was compelled to eliminate all other activities
that were outside of home life. This, however, had a profound
impact on me. I slowly became conflicted. Having to meet the
needs of my household was overwhelming; yet I had to do it,
convinced that if I faltered it would mean that I failed my
children. I held firmly onto my preconceive idea that if I give
them my all there would be a miraculous improvement. Instead I
became frustrated, then discouraged and resentful. No longer
tactfully problem solving, I began to focus on all the things I
wanted to do and no longer had the time to do. I stopped taking
pride in my accomplishments, even though I had made great
progress with my children. Every negative encounter I had became
magnified. I felt that they were a direct reflection of my
community and their views of me and my family as a whole.

Having lost focus of the things that were important, I no longer
took pride in the things that a mother found fulfilling, like
teaching my five older children how to read fluently by age five,
despite some of their academic challenges. I was now finding it
very difficult to help my youngest daughter with her reading. In
the past, teaching my children was worth more to me than its
weight in gold. Not wanting to give into the misconception that
giving up my profession to become a homemaker had some how robbed
me of myself, I started to reflect inwardly. Where did the
vivacious, cheerful, fun-loving side of me go?  I loved my
family! Could the inner struggles I was having be as a direct
result of my choosing to dedicate all my time to them? I needed
them as much as I needed the woman I was. They needed her too.

Paging through my diary, hidden within the pages of the many
poetic entries was my hopes, fears, my love for my children, lost
love and dreams for the future of forgotten hurting children, all
the things that made up the core of who I was. Then being the
dreamer and risk taker that I was, I compiled my very personal
thoughts and submitted them to a publisher in the form of a book
called Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality.

Having taken this fascinating journey through my struggles, I now
had a new understanding of some of the challenges that mothers of
large families, adopted and foster families have. These struggles
which sometimes included giving up social events, having a full
calendar of appointments, and frequently having to carry all the
children grocery shopping, were very humbling for me. While it
thought me to become more reliant on my creator it also changed
my dreams and goals, for they now incorporate other foster and
adopted families. I know who I am. I also know the value of
having others around to help and offer support. I also know the
importance of taking time to replenish myself. For many adopted
mothers, this is currently not apart of their lives, but I would
very much like for it to be, even if it comes in the form of
post-adoption services.  I dedicated my poetry book to hurting
children everywhere so as to hold unto this dream of making a
difference in the lives of hurting children. I hope to accomplish
this by donating a part of my royalties to agencies that provide
services to adoption and foster families.

Life-altering circumstances changed the direction of my life and
momentarily robbed me of its joy. If one person can benefit from
it, then living through it is worth it. It was my struggling,
loving and advocating for my children that has rewarded me. I am
now mindful of the things that are most important, for I have
been blessed in ways I never thought I would be.

-----------------------------------------------------------------
Ruth Garnes’ Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality can be purchased
on line from Barnes & Noble.com, Amazon.com and from the
Publisher at Publish America.com. For more information about the
author visit her web-site at http://home.earthlink.net/~rgarnes .

--- END ARTICLE ---

Distribution Date and Time: Thu Feb 17 11:54:43 EST 2005

For more articles by this author, please visit: