I was so dang tired. Your brother still wasn’t sleeping. My body was still recovering from my csection, but we knew
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Beautifully Mine.
Something was missing though. Answers to questions I didn’t know. Traits I could not claim. Family history unknown to me.
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.
Be Intentional.
It was about 3 months into our journey as foster parents, when I had my “ah hah" moment.
Year One.
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.
I Dare You.
To say yes to the child whose behaviors were too extreme for the last parent to handle. To care for them as your own. To answer all the nosy people’s questions. To justify your actions to people who have met your children a handful of times.
I’m Proud.
I understand that in your mind these words make you feel less than, or that somehow your family isn't a family because it wasn't built on blood. That's not what you believe, but that's how you feel other people think.
Not Knowing.
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.
Judgment Day.
It’s emotional and wonderful, but it’s not different. Not yet.
