It was about 3 months into our journey as foster parents, when I had my “ah hah" moment.
Not That Mom.
I’ll never be that mom.
January 5, 2017, we got the call for an emergency placement for a 4-year-old boy. The call was for you. You came to us with the clothes on your back and a shy smile on your face.
It's called compartmentalization, and I became pretty good at it. I was able to separate my home life and life at basic. At least while we were busy.
It’s emotional and wonderful, but it’s not different. Not yet.
As I'm writing this, there have been 1,125 abortions and counting in the United States, today.
...the quirky smile, kind-eyed, big hair beautiful. The "you better wife her up" type of beautiful.
I came from parents that were super strict and he didn’t. I came from parents that were tight with their money and he didn’t. Do you see the problem?
Passion. It's a word that holds something different for everyone. Ask my five year old and he'd say he has a passion for watermelon and bugs. Ask my husband and he'd say the gym. Ask me and it'd depend on the day. Of course, I don't literally mean my passions change everyday. I do mean… Continue reading Passion.