2018 thoughts and 2019 wishes. With a little bit of poop. Happy New Year, friends.
2018: Notes and Life in Tribe Irons
October 22
Today marks 1 year and 7 months since Auggie's death. He was an Irons for 1 year and 7 months. He has now been gone as long as he was with us. And that makes me a tiny bit crazy - I am thankful for every day, but it is still a day without Auggie.... Continue Reading →
It is Adoption Awareness Month. I see lots of children posted on social media as "available for adoption." I see lots of beautiful quotes and ideas. I appreciate this. I get asked to speak during November. To raise awareness, to tell our story, to share what being an orphan really means. Many times at these... Continue Reading →
swimming lessons.
This week, one of our teeny boys, Asher, was gifted some water floats. He loves to swim. Asher is a good swimmer, but not a safe one. He doesn't stop attempting to swim, even if the water is freezing cold. When we are outside, we put him in a flotation device whether it is appropriate... Continue Reading →
our American life.
Hello sweet friends, Life has been so weird of late. Auggie is still gone. We are still here. Corban and I went to NYC for meetings. I thought Judsen and Joe were going to come with me too, but when I offered they said New York is the city and it smells wonky. They are... 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 →
#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 →
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 →
the sometimes 8 irons 
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