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Our family journey…Foster to Adoption.
I didn’t want to let this month go by without talking a little bit about how our family was created through foster care. It is fitting that May is National Foster Care Month, the same month we adopted through foster care. People choose to foster for many reasons. There are some amazing people who open up their homes and hearts to children in need. The sad truth is, there are just not enough. There are not enough safe homes for temporary placements, or permanent homes for children waiting to be adopted. In our case the goal was always adoption. We went through the necessary MAPP training with a mixture of…
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This is Autoimmune…
I normally try to keep my posts humorous and hopeful. Today I wrote something for myself, and I wasn’t going to share it here. It was negative and full of woe, because some days aren’t great. So I get it out in a way that works for me, in this case written words. As I have said before it is ok to not be ok, to have an off day. You can spend some time there if you must, nurture yourself, but then put on your big girl pants and move on. It has become second nature. Get up in the morning, make myself something to eat,sit down, swallow a…
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Husqvarna frustration, mercy, and peace of mind…
The orange Husqvarna mocks me from the shed, making me feel all at once enraged and pitiful. She sits in pieces refusing to turn over, and I do not know where to start. Lawn out of control, I am determined to at the very least get the front yard done today. Between the weather, the job, and of course the kids, time is always lacking. I have a window of sunny kid free weather. In the back of my shed there sits the old push lawn mower. At one time this red Craftsman ran like a top but now sits faded, self propelled broken long ago, covered in dirt and…
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Roots, wings, and birthday cake!
I will never forget her sweet face that refused to give an expression…any expression. Not a smile or a sneer to be found from this girl, all of 15 months old she sized us up. She sat back with her cool confidence as her father and I sweated it out. It was one of those summers where heat and humidity reigned. We pulled down the dirt driveway leading to a small farm, my heart pounding as we were about to meet our children. True to form, Niki was already running across the farmer’s porch yelling “mommy, daddy!” I managed to hold it together on the outside, as the voice inside…