Rocks in the Door Handle

There are so many things that remind me of you. Like rocks in the door handle of your Menaw's car. You are in my waking thoughts and in my dreams at night. I welcome nightmares because sometimes you are in them and I get to see you and hold you. No matter how terrifying they …

Leveled

As a foster parent sometimes(who am I kidding it happens all the time) things come up that you are in no way prepared for emotionally. Its a sucker punch to the gut that leaves you doubled over. Today that came in the form of paperwork for a speech evaluation. What was your child's birth weight? …

No Body Wins

When dealing with DHS, foster care, and adoption (yes, even private adoptions as infants) no one wins. It is an impossible situation where everyone loses. Most specifically the kids lose the most. So even on the days that court may "go your way" it is not necessarily going the way that will do the least …

The Thick of It

So much has changed since I last wrote. Yet, so much is very much the same. We spent many months waiting for the boys to be placed with us and things were repeatedly delayed because of Covid and a technicality for their biological fathers rights. We were told rights would likely be terminated in April …

Still Waiting

I have not updated in a long time. We are still in the process of trying to get opened. We completed the training a few months ago and I thought I had turned in all the paperwork they needed. Unfortunately, I had not but I have since turned it in. Now we are just waiting …

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