Someone stop me. Now.
I am doing it again.
I am buying way too many gifts for Poppy, just like I have done every year at Christmas time since she was born. Last Christmas was the first time I was truly cognizant of it, but really did not quite grasp why I was doing it. I just know I *totally* blew the budget.
This year I have figured out why I do this and it is alum to my soul.
It is over-compensation, plain and simple, driven by the subconscious need to make up for all the Christmases I did not have with Ms. Feverfew.
I wish someone had told me 22 years ago that not only would I lose my oldest daughter to adoption, but I would lose the ability to fully enjoy another holiday season to adoption, too, that it would steal precious moments with my other children…
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