This is about a very different type of mom guilt. One I am assuming that I don’t share with many.
Author: Lindsey Arnold
I'm a daughter, sister, aunt, wife and mother.
Control.
Well, I’m 27 years old and no longer have that relationship to crawl back to, sooooo…
This Is Attachment.
It has been 131 days that I have known you might not stay with me, but it was made real 2 days ago.
27 Years.
The physical abuse stopped once I threatened to fight back. The shaming, the degrading, and the criticizing never ended. 27 years later I was given my reason.
Selfish.
It is a term I have heard him use to describe himself more than once.
Too Attached.
“I couldn’t do it, I’d get too attached.” This is the single greatest excuse I have heard as to why people claim they aren’t fostering.
All Things Gold Glitter.
I know everyone's heart is different and sadly not everyone views my kids the way I do. I love them all equally and I will do everything in my power to make sure they each feel that love and to make sure others in our circle don't make them feel differently.
Be Open.
Who did you inherit your eye color from? Your hair color and texture? Your personality? Your love for certain foods? Your athleticism? Your creativeness? For most of us, these questions are simple. We can usually identify a family member or two that we get these traits from. I have never been very interested in my… Continue reading Be Open.
He’s Mine.
I knew of him in high school, but neither one of us really knew the other. Little did we know that April 2014 would be the beginning of our love story. It is not some love at first sight or fairy tale story but it is ours. This man sent me a message on Facebook,… Continue reading He’s Mine.
Be Intentional.
It was about 3 months into our journey as foster parents, when I had my “ah hah" moment.
