“OH The Places You’ll Go”

“OH’ The Places You’ll GO”

I have always loved Dr. Seuss, his whit and rhyme and colorful imaginative mind.

“Your off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting, so…get on your way!“

OH’ The Places You’ll GO – by Dr. Seuss became my 2012.  My mountain was waiting and oh what a mountain, a beautiful mountain!

“From out of the blue I became you and you became me and then we were three.”  2012, with out a doubt, was a year full of unexpected change, ups and downs, and unforgettable memories.  It will forever be a highlight of my life, right next to marrying my best friend, being adopted and rescuing my four fur kids Brave, Mazzy, Frankie and Scarlett.

I have come to know with certainty to never say never, that life does not follow a plan, and the best things in life come from unexpected places.  I have lived those realities and can undoubtedly say, “OH’The Places You‘ll GO.”  “When you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is  not easily done.”  “You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.  Some windows are lighted. but mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to say out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?”

Win we did!  On August 19th, 2012, my husband Clint and I welcomed Jamis Kade Wyckoff into our life through adoption.  I became a mother, a dream 13+ years in the waiting.








“OH ‘The Places You’ll GO” describes our adoption journey and speaks to the wonderful blessings life brings when embracing the unknown.

Our journey began a year and one month after we were married.  I had always wanted a family and it was in my young mind’s plan to start by the time I was 28.  Little did I know life would play out so different.  In sad reality my family plan began but did not come to term.  13+ years of trying, three specialist and many losses later, having a family was not part of the plan any longer.  A lesson learned, life does not follow a plan.  Going into 2011 and 2012 my husband and I had adjusted to the reality that having a family just wasn’t going to happen.  Our long fertility journey meant our finances couldn’t support the expense of adoption.  After trying for 13 years, with heart aching outcomes, there seemed to be no reason, medically speaking, why our family didn’t exist.  That’s hard to swallow.  No answer, no logic behind the losses we experienced, and the family we planned and hoped someday to have.

The saying “one door opens when another closes” could not have been more applicable to 2012.  I prayed to God something I had never been able to bring myself to pray about in all the prayers I prayed during those years.  I asked God to take away my desire to have a baby and a family.  If I wasn’t going to be a mother I didn’t want to have the desire to be one.  It was the hardest thing I have ever done.  It felt as sad as loosing someone you love in death.  I was watching my dream of being a mom die from reality.  I knew that when asking this I would no longer look towards the hope of someday being able to tell my mom I was going to give her a grandchild or my husband he was going to be a father.  I would no longer plan for  “someday when we have kids” when looking to our future.  Oddly, praying for my motherly desire to fade brought relief and new focus.  When looking forward to 2012 and making arrangements for the year ahead, had you ask me if having a family would be among those plans, I probably would have given you a scoff, a dejected, slightly bitter and emphatic NO.  I look back after our long journey and realize that asking God to take that desire away opened a door.  Bringing to mind “OH’ The Places You’ll GO”, “You wont’ lag behind, because you’ll have the speed.  You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead.  Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best.  Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.”  Top all the rest 2012 did.
In the spring of  2012 we were approached unexpectedly, out of the blue, by an expectant mom hoping we would have interest in adopting her unborn child.  Anyone who knows much about adoption knows this is a rare, virtually unheard of blessing.  Could it really be that the door had opened to the prospect of having a family?  2012 taught me never to say never.

“You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled road at a breaking-neck pace and grind on for miles across Weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.  The waiting place…”  The process of our adoption journey began in May.  I had the privilege of accompanying Jamis’  birth mother to all her prenatal appointments.  On our first visit, “a breaking-neck pace” proved ever so true.  Our expectant mother thought she was about 14 weeks along while the ultrasound revealed she was close to 26 weeks along.  Our story does “grind on for miles across Weirdish wild space, to the waiting place” Where “simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up his mind”, our birth mom’s uncertainty proved true a few times and “OH The Places You’ll GO” was singing it’s rhyme “ And when you’re alone there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.” but “Kid, you’ll move mountains” proved true every time.  “Out there things can happen, and frequently do, To people as brainy and footsy as  you.  And when things start to happening, don’t’ worry, don’t stew. Just go right along, you’ll start happening too!”  Happen it did.

Jamis Kade Wyckoff arrived on August 19th, 2012, on a bright, shiny day.  He is a wonderful baby boy I am proud to call mine.  I love him with all my being and could have never imagined the joy he has brought.








I love you Jamis Kade Wyckoff, you made 2012 and “my mountain worth waiting for“.








A big thank you to Rachel Vanoven Photography for the family image in this post.  We love our RVP images 🙂


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