Hello my friends, It has been one week. We are okay. Not great, not whole. But we are okay. And I will call that pretty good for the moment. I keep going back to the thought that this is not where I expected to be right now. I expected Auggie to live much longer. I... Continue Reading →
March 22, 2017
I left the morning of the 21st to take the girls on a birthday trip to New York and have some meetings with Children's Rights. When I left Auggie was smiling. Happy. Squirmy. And I kissed his fat cheeks and told him I loved him as we hurried out the door. That night Auggie became... Continue Reading →
#1. and foster care. and all the tears.
For a long time, foster children and foster care systems have been a part of my life. It has been 25-ish years since I was introduced to my first foster sibling. And 13-ish years since my husband and I became licensed foster parents for the first time. As a child, I was confused by the... Continue Reading →
I hear all kinds of things since beginning our foster and adoption journey. You are a saint. You must be so patient. These kids are so lucky you saved them. These comments put us in a group of humans in which we simply do not belong. An unattainable group of parental perfection. Impossible. Let us... Continue Reading →
#8. one year.
One year ago we stood in a tiny Ukrainian courtroom. Explaining to a judge why Auggie should be adopted. Why children need families. Why we should be Auggie's. One year ago, I was told we may be adopting a terminally ill child. As it turned out, he was simply starving. One year ago, Auggie wore... Continue Reading →
#1
I have long called my kids by numbers on social media posts. 8 years ago TC legally became our #1. TC. My most elderly child is going to a military program to finish up high school. He is 17. And that is super old. I am 36. I think. Someone correct me if I am... Continue Reading →
Auggie is five.
Auggie turns FIVE TODAY!! I can't even contain myself. I am not sure if I should cry or clap or I don't even know. Can I please tell you, I love this kid. He has not had easy beginnings. But, how he has come alive. Let us peruse the photographic evidence. My favorite kind. It... Continue Reading →
hope.
Recently, I have been in conversation with wise, kind, adoptive moms about the reality of raising kids with histories based in trauma. There is so much hurt associated with it. Theirs and ours. A few of these women expressed that no one in the adoption community ever voiced  just how hard this journey can be.... Continue Reading →
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