“We all come to foster care with mixed emotions, histories, and motives. Please don’t forget that this story is not primarily about you.”
The Christ child has been invited to tea parties, where he enjoyed raisins and pretzels and little chocolate cakes.
Someday we will look back on these days and say to ourselves, in our cracked old voices, “Well, honey, I don’t know how we did it back then.”
One of my favorite memories with these books is reading two pages of “I Want My Hat Back” over and over to my niece, while she giggled out loud.
I love these books for their powerful imagery and empathy, building a bridge between those-who-have-firsthand-experience and those-who-need-a-window-in.
There are intense times of motherhood when you are too tired even to think. But if reading rejuvenates you, carve out a section of life for it when you can.