Samantha Koellhoffer is a freelance writer living outside of Philadelphia, PA with her loving husband and their superhero-and-princess-obsessed daughter. She is busy learning how to be a mom to her adopted daughter after her first child was born still. She is a Contributing Writer for Kveller.com, an ongoing Contributor at Still Standing Magazine and has a personal blog here. She also writes for Courageous Mothers, a compassionate community for moms. She is currently working on a memoir about the highs and lows of motherhood. #time2momup
I was excited for Back-to-School night this year. I looked forward to meeting my daughter’s new teacher, and hearing how the school was preparing the kids for kindergarten next year. In just a few…short weeks, my daughter has learned how to spell and write her name, and I wanted to know what else I could expect this year. Since we didn’t have a babysitter, my husband stayed home, and I headed to the school that our 4-year-old daughter, Miranda, has attended since she was 18 months old. She… >> Read More
Last month, my daughter started soccer. She is 4 years old, and I still can’t tell if she likes the game itself, the running around, or the shiny ball on the team t-shirt best. It really doesn’t…matter. She is outside, burning off her seemingly endless buckets of energy, and she is enjoying herself. She also recently started karate. Class attendance is a minimum of twice a week. She seems to get something out of the discipline and the camaraderie, and we have been thrilled to watch her bring home many of… >> Read More
This time of year, my Facebook and Instagram pages are flooded with images of kids getting ready to head back to school. Smiling back from all my screens are new backpacks and sneakers and outfits…and haircuts. The parents are mostly happy to get their lives back on track, and the kids are excited for their new adventures. I remember the start of the new school year myself, poring over my class roster in anticipation of what course would potentially change my life. I remember staring at the bus schedule… >> Read More
In the middle of a tirade, I looked over at my small child and saw that she had her hands over her ears.
I was yelling so loudly that my 4-year-old daughter was scared of me.
I am not a yeller,…I swear. I did not grow up in a family that yelled, and I am not married to someone who yells. I am more familiar with pouting, silent treatment, passive aggressive snarky remarks, or just no action at all. Yelling is almost foreign to me. And yet, when my beautiful, passionate, funny, charming daughter decided… >> Read More
I spent the better part of this past weekend cleaning out my basement. My husband and I want to make a play room for our daughter, and we can’t do that with years and years of our old stuff…collecting dust. I would not consider myself a hoarder by any means, but I am someone who likes to hold onto things and use them to remember different parts of my life. I found year books from USY and junior high and high school. Prom pictures. My sorority pledge book. Old clothes. Many boxes of… >> Read More
One of the last things I remember from my Labor & Delivery Class was saying how much I could not wait to take my almost-born daughter to get manis and pedis. I could almost picture us being…pampered together and making memories that would last a lifetime. When my daughter was born still, that dream died with her. There was a list of things we would never get to do, and the common thread to all the items was making any memory whatsoever. In time, with grief counseling and a very helpful… >> Read More
I was raised as a Conservative Jew. It suited my family and me well. Hebrew school a few times a week and services a few times a month. I was very active in my youth group and I always knew that…being Jewish was not just a religion to me, but a part of who I was at my core. As I got older, I stopped going to synagogue as much. I remember finding a local shul near college and going during High Holidays but I did not attend much more than that. When I met… >> Read More
I have experienced the “Terrible Twos” and have lived to write about them. I survived the “Threenager” year–although just barely. When my daughter turned four this past spring, I thought I…was in the clear. In some ways, I was. Almost overnight, my daughter seemed to understand concepts better. Her intellect constantly amazes me, even more so in the past few months. For instance: She still dislikes time-outs, but she knows why she is in them. She likes rewards for good behavior, and is starting to… >> Read More
Our “Gotcha Day” was December 18, 2013, and it was nothing short of spectacular.
Judge: "Do you understand that if the court approves this adoption, you will legally assume all of the rights,…duties, and responsibilities of a natural parent of the child? Do you understand that if this decree is granted, this child be the same as a natural child to you? Do you understand that you will have all of the duties toward this child to educate, support and to supply moral guidance and upbringing? Do you understand you… >> Read More
Wizard World arrived here in Philadelphia the first weekend in June. For those not in the know, it’s also called Comic Con.
The first time I went to Comic Con was back in 2009. My husband is a…huge superhero, comic book, and graphic novel fan, and he was excited to introduce that world to me. We have gone every summer since then. Always the two of us. Always buying more stuff than we need. We have a good time each year and look forward to the next one. As anyone who’s been… >> Read More
This morning, I was cleaning out my daughter’s closet in preparation for the warmer weather. Out went the winter dresses and sweaters, and in went the sundress and tank tops.
For some reason,…just as I finished, I reached high up on to a shelf that is barely used and shuddered when my fingertips grazed a small unopened box. I pulled the box down. There sat Gus the turtle, an adorable little nightlight. I remember when I got Gus. It was at my baby shower. I was about… >> Read More
Like most of the country, I woke up a week ago to find out that Chris Cornell, lead singer of Soundgarden and later Audioslave, had died. I was in shock and immediately tapped my husband on the…shoulder to tell him the news. Here’s the thing: I was not a huge Chris Cornell fan. I liked some of his songs, and I appreciated his contribution to music, but he is not someone I felt like knew. He was not someone I thought about on a daily basis. In fact, he was not… >> Read More
Every year at my annual OB appointment, I have some kind of drama. I have been going to this particular practice since I was pregnant. I was a patient there when I lost my daughter at 37 weeks. A…doctor in this practice delivered her still. And now, once a year, I return there to endure a certain kind of hell that goes beyond just a pap smear and a breast exam. I know that for the rest of my life, I will be asked how many pregnancies I have had and how many… >> Read More
I am addicted to Netflix. There, I said it. "House of Cards," "Orange Is the New Black," "The New Girl"…I could go on and on.
When it is late at night and everyone has gone to bed, I pick up the…remote and a sense of calm washes over me. I can escape into an imaginary world and leave my daily troubles behind. During the day, I make every effort to take care of myself. I exercise on the days that my daughter is in pre-school. I try to make smart choices when it comes to… >> Read More
It was a beautiful Easter Sunday. Although not my holiday, it is a day I happily celebrate with my in-laws, and we always have a terrific time. There is food galore, a frenzied and exciting Easter…egg hunt, lots of laughter and more love than can fit in the house. In the midst of the chaos and excitement and heat-wave that was Easter 2017, I excused myself to the go the bathroom. The window was open and I stood there for a moment, enjoying the sounds of the kids squealing outside.… >> Read More
I am not a huge fan of needles. Is anyone? I am also not a huge fan of donating blood. However, I recently tried to set aside my fears and give blood, because I knew it was the right thing to…do. I was way too early for my appointment and my heart was racing. Thanks to my fear of needles, I was anxious and nervous and thought about leaving more than once. But it was the anniversary of my dad’s death and I promised myself that I would do something not just for me on… >> Read More
Later this week, on Earth Day actually, we have two birthday parties to attend. One party is for a boy about to turn 4 and one party is for a girl who should be turning 6.
The birthday boy will…have a party that incorporates the Earth and recycling and the environment. I suspect there will also be some sort of tractor or construction vehicle as well. There will be a crowd of grandparents, cousins, friends and family. There will be presents and cake and lots of laughter. The other party will be different. It… >> Read More
My daughter goes to preschool three days a week. She has been going since she was about a year and a half. She really likes it. She learns a lot, including how to socialize and share, which are two…of the biggest lessons any child can learn at an early age if you ask me. Every morning when we drop her off, we take a photo. When my husband drops her off, he sends me the picture. When I drop her off, I send him the picture. Sometimes we write a quick note: “Went… >> Read More
Later this week, my daughter turns 4. It seems like just yesterday that we were bringing her home from the hospital. I now understand the saying, “The days are long, but the years are short” far…more than I ever thought I would. Later this week is also the yahrzeit for my father. He passed away 3 years ago. The day before my daughter turned one, actually. My dad was not a particularly great dad. But he was mine, flaws and all. My daughter will know my father only through the… >> Read More
Since I am Jewish, it goes without saying that I do not take or go to confession. But if I did, I feel like every other time I went, I would have the same refrain: "Bless me, Rabbi, for I have sinned.…I ate a box of Girl Scout cookies...again." I am not making light of confession; rather, I am illustrating exactly how big of a deal my weight, and my eating, is to me. That's right. To me. Because after many years on earth, I finally get that no one else really cares. Really: as long… >> Read More
My daughter will be 4 years old at the end of this month. We are in the midst of planning her party and deciding what gifts she needs versus what gifts she simply wants. It’s an exciting time and I…can’t believe that my baby girl is really not a baby anymore. There is someone else who probably feels the same way: my daughter’s birth mother. When my husband and I decided to grow our family through adoption, we knew that an open adoption was what we wanted. Is there a bigger choice to make… >> Read More
I have always worked. In junior high, in high school, all through college…sometimes they were odd jobs, sometimes they were career defining roles. No matter what, I was constantly employed. And I…didn’t mind! I relished making my own money, having my own health benefits and earning my vacation time. I liked my various work spaces, and I made friends wherever I worked, so much so that I’m still close and friendly with many people that I worked with over a decade ago. My attachment to my… >> Read More
When my daughter was teeny tiny, I remember taking her to meet her dad for lunch. It was pouring and I was soaked. I had one hand on my hood and one hand trying to finagle the car seat out of the…back seat while trying to block the water from drenching both of us. A mom walked by and said to me, "I remember those days all too well!" and kept walking. I do not know what I expected her to do, but that was not it. Sleep deprived, cold, and soaked to the bone, all… >> Read More
I have a very special friend. This particular friend used to own the nursery school that I attended when I was 3 years old. I went there until kindergarten, and my brothers went there as well. She…has been a part of my life for 40 years. Her name is Ann. Ann has always been more like a grandmother to me than just a friend. She treated my siblings and me with as much love as she treated her own family. She and my mom became friends all those decades ago and… >> Read More
I ask my daughter quite often if I am her favorite mom. She always squeals yes. I ask her when I am tickling her little toes or when I am brushing her long, beautiful hair. I ask her in a playful…manner and she replies the same way. In the back of my mind, I wonder why I ask, and I wonder if I am prepared for the day when that might not be true. My daughter is adopted. Her birth mother chose my husband and me to raise her. She went through reams of profile… >> Read More