I understand why people do. And I understand it marks redemption for some. I appreciate the pictures of both children adopted and children returning to their birth homes. Redemption. We are coming upon the adoption of a certain vandal. But we won’t be posting how many days he was in foster care… here is why: Every foster to adopt story begins with a horrific tragedy. Actually, I stand by this; every birth into this fallen world began with …
(Originally Posted Jan 2016) Today is the anniversary of the birth of my real motherhood. The delivery was painful, joyful, and earth shattering. I had given birth four times before. I had miscarried once. I have a negative threshold for physical pain – I had 4 failed epidurals. Well, one completely numbed my right foot, but that’s another story. Four years ago today we drove five hours away to pick up a 10-day-old baby boy. To those who had cared …
Foster Care: Hoping for the Hurt This will probably not reach the masses. I don’t care. If my words fall upon the heart of one… I have succeeded. I just left a house with broken spirits. Addicted spirits. Fighting spirits. Spirits… Who have given up on their life, their old life. Among those spirits is a young woman – whom I love. Adore. I want her to succeed. Definitely, I want her whole. Wholeheartedly, I want her to be more …
This will probably not reach the masses. I don’t care. If my words fall upon the heart of one… I have succeeded. I just left a house with broken spirits. Addicted spirits. Fighting spirits. Spirits… Who have given up on their life, their old life. Among those spirits is a young woman – whom I love. Adore. I want her to succeed. I want her whole. I want her to be more than she even can fathom. I want her …
I have a favorite picture from 2015. As much as I love this picture, the things unseen in the photograph are a bigger part of this picture I love so much. On the other side of the shot, taken with my iPhone, is me. Me, the mother of the five children. Pictured are our four biological children and our adopted son. And in the stroller right next to me, is a little boy not pictured… fast asleep. At the moment this …
Today is the anniversary of the birth of my real motherhood. The delivery was painful, joyful, and earth shattering. I had given birth four times before. I had miscarried once. I have a negative threshold for physical pain – I had 4 failed epidurals. Well, one completely numbed my right foot, but that’s another story. Four years ago today we drove five hours away to pick up a 10-day-old baby boy. To those who had cared for him, he was …
