Tagged with Family

suffer the children

Not your typical July 4th post – be warned. I’ve done hard things before.  Things that require patience, endurance, strength.  I’ve climbed things. I’ve conquered.  I can do stuff.  You don’t get 39 without doing hard things.  You just don’t.  But I took on a thing this week that has wiped me right out and … Continue reading

foster coaster

You read this so I’m taking you on this ride with me.  Today a phone call, not as positive as the one two weeks ago where there was light at the end of the tunnel, a promise that little sister was coming.  Today, the phone call was backtracking, not indicating a different outcome but indicating … Continue reading

hold me back!

Yesterday, for work, I gave a presentation to a local group of Child and Family Service professionals and our “resource family consultant” was there.  She is the woman who works with licensed foster families in our area to match children with families.  Due to some odd circumstances, it was the first time we met. I … Continue reading

nesting

Approximately 3 seconds after I posted my last post about how I don’t like surprises but still fill my life with “surprise” phone calls, I got one of those calls. And I am (cautiously) thrilled!  Turns out, the biological sibling of our youngest almost son is on her way here this August (if not sooner). … Continue reading

happy on mother’s day

My journey to motherhood was not a sprint.  If it was a race, it was one I entered thinking it would be a sprint only to learn it would be a triathlon instead and, oh yeah, I wouldn’t have a bike or the ability to swim.  And, if it was a race, it’s one where … Continue reading

birth moms

It’s birth mother’s day today.  It’s a day in adoption-land where everyone talks about and honors the birth parents who placed their children for adoption.  Allow me a moment for that. Joey’s birth mom is pure awesomeness.  She is quirky, fun, and loving.  We have a great relationship with her and her family.  She did … Continue reading

small life

My expansive, pushed to the limits life is about to contract.  Not today.  But soon.  In exactly 7 weeks. Because in 7 weeks, I finish graduate school and in 7 weeks I’ll be walking away from a job I love.  It all seems very counter-intuitive.  Why, when I am just getting the very degree that will … Continue reading