We just welcomed a new addition to our family.
This is Sinjin — a two-year old terrier-poodle mix (or “terridoodle” — there’s a name for everything!) that we adopted yesterday from the Amanda Foundation. As I write this, I can still feel the anxiety in my chest over the fact that we welcomed another dependent creature and additional chaos (and mess) into our house. However, I also feel slightly exhilarated by having let go of some control in favor of the joy, companionship and love of a pet. Each time my son says “Mommy, I’m soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad we have him” [he insisted that I use exactly that number of “o”s], I am grateful that I chose to lean into the discomfort of this one rather than play it safe.
At a deeper level, in the last 24 hours, this dog has shown me a glimpse of just how much control I actually cling to.