I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.
I am snapping lots of photos of this glorious world. I can tell you about my current life with them easily. Watch this.
“We all come to foster care with mixed emotions, histories, and motives. Please don’t forget that this story is not primarily about you.”
She is the cutest thing we’ve ever seen, and we treasure the days and all the times until she can transition to a birth family member.
I learned that what I eat as habit, or in the company of other people, I easily forget to monitor. But also that when I cut in one area…
What do they do, little urban citizens of virtual worlds, when they arrive in a home where screentime for preschoolers is not prioritized? How do they live?