When Faith Becomes De Longest River
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.
Tag: fostering
Foster Care Awareness Interview
“We all come to foster care with mixed emotions, histories, and motives. Please don’t forget that this story is not primarily about you.”
Space
When all the toys are boxed, the treasures of one person in a many-person household, who would think that what is left behind could be so big?
Sunday’s confession of faith
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
Hard things
I just purged my house, nesting, frenetically sorting through every closet, every drawer, to remove all that we don’t need. And now I am buying more.
Snippets
I’ve been sharing my words in other ways this month. Here are some sneaky snippets.
Peanut butter and dragon wings
Confession: My son caught me crouching in the pantry with a large spoonful of peanut butter and honey halfway to my mouth. ??!!?? he said. The spoon made it the rest of the way, hastily. Regan, I said firmly, I am gathering shthrength to care for my children. Now go play. * Three weeks of […]
The rest of the story
Confession: I told you I miscarried a tiny baby last January. I didn’t tell you the rest of the story. Of necessity, this post contains personal details I would not normally share publicly. There are not many; I have been as discreet as I could. But I ask, especially if you are male, that you […]
(briefly) The mother of seven
On this amazing day I get to nurture seven children in my home. Three born to me, children of love— Angel Boy, for one more day— Little twin sisters, arrived last week to stay for a time— And— (yes, this is an announcement) An unborn child, due to join us in December. My heart is […]
Dealing with Body Fluids in Children with Special Needs
Our time with Angel Boy is ticking down, down, down. We feel joy in the success of his family, and sorrow at the thought of letting him go. It’s been an intense seven months, in which we learned more than we taught. Some things were very hard, and I will not miss them, but oh, […]