Gosh, it just seems like the past year has been filled with struggle. And I don’t like it. But come to think of it, prior years were filled with struggle, too. It was different struggle than this year, but it was struggle nonetheless.
One of the challenges of parenting children from hard places is the inevitable power struggle. Conventional parenting that most of us were raised with says something like, “I’m the parent, you’re the child; I know what’s best for you, so you do what I say. If you don’t...
When #LegendaryE was about 15 months old, I had some painting I needed to do. I collected up the supplies that I would need- paint brush, roller, stir stick, and sandpaper. I realized that the plastic drop cloth I needed had been put under the kitchen sink. #LegendaryE...
Throughout our foster journey, I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve felt that. And thought that. And said that. Usually it’s in moments and seasons when we’re dealing with especially difficult behaviors. But even in the good times, I th...
I saw a picture of my son’s birth dad today, and I grieved. It wasn’t a recent picture, it was from when he was a child, just like my son. The eyes. The mischievous smile. It was as if I were looking at my own son. And I grieved.
I have been really angry lately. The world is full of injustice. I believe to my core in fighting for what is right, but it is so hard to press on. Beneath the anger, there is deep sense of sorrow. The weight of it all is so heavy, and I am tired of carrying it.
I am fiercely devoted to this family of ours, an unwavering advocate for foster care and adoption, and quick to encourage others to step up to the challenge of bringing children from hard places into their families. I take beautiful pictures of my beautiful life to sha...
