No photos, please. I talk a lot about some of the tougher real parts of foster care and high needs parenting. (For the record, both the parent - me- and the child = high needs depending on our day and MOOD😬). But I’d be remiss if I left out the good stuff.
How my heart has swelled three sizes for the three little tinies I’ve been mama Hallie to.
How I’ve seen kindness come from the most unlikely places, including this there internet.
How many claps, first steps, belly laughs I’ve delighted in, and how two little people unfortunately sorority smile like I do.
How the mama handing me back her baby and I have something sort of in common, and I carry her grief with me along the joy.
How much one person entering another’s life and staying put, staying present, can change both lives.
How many helpers there are when we look.
How I was designed not to hoard - my time, love, feelings, money - or protect, but I actually thrive when I open my hands and schedule, and even invite pain and uncertainty.
How the end is not the end. We know who is victorious in the end. It is not brokenness or death or sin or cycles or tears. It is life and joy, by the One who is life and joy. And because of that, this temporary darkness need not break my spirit. Or yours. No, we forge on. Scared but clinging to the Light as we leave easy behind. Life was never there anyway
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