• Photo by Lum3n: https://www.pexels.com/photo/red-rose-flowers-bouquet-on-white-surface-beside-spring-book-with-click-pen-and-cup-of-cofffee-1410226/
    Adoption,  Attach,  Birth Mother,  Family,  Foster Care,  Loss,  Mom,  Neglect,  Trauma

    Skipping Mother’s Day

    Well it’s the night before Mother’s Day and if I could just sleep through tomorrow that would be wonderful. Not for reasons you are probably thinking. It’s not because I’m physically exhausted. It’s not because I’ve been homeschooling 8 children for last few months. It’s because of the pain that tomorrow will bring. I wish that we could just blink our eyes and this particular day would be behind us. Mother’s Day is such a painful reminder for so many. I am incredibly blessed to be a mama to some amazing kiddos. Every day feels like Mother’s Day to me. I often just wonder how I got to be so…

  • Photo by Juan Pablo Serrano Arenas: https://www.pexels.com/photo/girl-wearing-white-clothes-walking-on-pavement-road-1120106/
    Abuse,  Adoption,  Attach,  Birth Mother,  Family,  Foster Care,  Neglect,  Trauma

    Breaking the cycle

    Breaking the cycle.Have you heard this phrase before? Have you ever sat and pondered what this actually means? In the foster care world we hear this a lot. Child abuse and neglect are often vicious cycles that tend to repeat themselves. We have children who are beaten and told they are worthless everyday of their life. This kind of trauma doesn’t exactly create level headed, confident teens and adults. Obviously, some abused children grow up and are determined not to let their past dictate their future. These individuals are few and far between. The amount of drive and desire this takes is truly admirable. Unfortunately, not everyone is that strong.…

  • Birth Mother,  Family,  Foster Care,  Mom

    An open letter to my children’s Birth Mother…

    Dear Birth Mom, I saw you sitting in the court room, knee nervously shaking, and fingers tapping, as you waited for the judge to call yours and your children’s names. I saw you feverishly looking around, hoping to get a glimpse of your attorney. We were both apprehensive, as we smiled and hesitantly waved at each other. I could feel your nervous energy as your attorney called you out of the court room to discuss your “case”. I saw the tears welling up in your eyes when you came walking back into the court room. The look of disbelief, the sheer panic, because you had just come to the realization…