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.
Tag: fostering
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 […]