Foster Care

The pack-and-play sat empty, in my bedroom, for two days after he was gone. Out of the way so we could go through our daily routines . . . it felt like it was staring at me, blatantly displaying my shortcomings and the guilt that’s attached. Josh and I got married Friday night. His Grandmother…

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I am struggling today. The battery in my van finally died this afternoon. Of course, in true “this is the most overly dramatic version of my life” fashion, the deceased battery was discovered while walking out the door to take our newest foster kiddo to a biweekly visitation at the county courthouse. Scramble, momentarily lose…

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Four days before Mother’s Day, Hayla came bouncing in the door after school with even more energy than usual. “I have something in my bookbag  . . . but YOU can’t look at it, Mom!” Naturally, I began teasing her about getting my Mother’s Day gift early. She giggles and let’s Dad sneak a peak…

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“Is he going to come to see me anymore?”  Hayla’s question caught me off guard, and it was hard and heartbreaking to try to answer. When we talk to Hayla about the unique parenting situation we’re in, we tell her that she is extra special. Not every kid gets to have two mommies and two daddies….

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