Those 40 weeks crept by, especially in the moment. I gained 41 lbs over those 40 weeks. (Wow, a pound a week! -- Yikes!)
Tag: Life
It’s Hard.
One conversation that held so much weight. So much hurt. So much sadness.
Mom Guilt.
This is about a very different type of mom guilt. One I am assuming that I don’t share with many.
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.
Be Intentional.
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.
Foster, Life & Love 