As happens with Army life, we may have to move. Because of this, we had to temporarily close our home to new foster placements. We had to put a hault on our plans to hopefully adopt again soon. Now, we wait. Will we indeed be moving next spring? Where will the Army send us?
One thing is FOR SURE. I am praising GOD that Baby Girl is our’s always and forever! I NEVER would have left this state without her! Now, that isn’t even a worry! She goes where we go!
I’m throwing it out! I HATE that dress! It was something I bought right before court a year and a half ago. I wore it the day I took my precious Little Man to be reunified with his birth family. The family that had made absolutely NO effort to gain custody of him, but because “blood is best” as far as courts are concerned, he was gone. My little boy! My heart! The one who clung to me and wouldn’t get out of my truck that morning. My baby who called, “Mama, no go! Mama, no go!”
Oh how I hate that dress! I wore it that day. The ugliest dress in my closet. It has hung there for a year and a half just staring at me and making me sick. I’ve kept it just in case these”feelings” went away and I could wear it again. It cost money, was my rational. It makes no sense to just throw it away. I’m being silly. The dress if fine, it is basically brand new. I’m being wasteful. BUT, TODAY I DON’T CARE! I’m tossing it! Not in the trash, but in the donation pile! Someone else can wear that dress. Someone who doesn’t know about the heartbreak. Someone who doesn’t feel the pain. Someone who doesn’t ache for the little boy who was mine. Someone who didn’t see him in the distance getting into a stranger’s car at the courthouse with all of his earthly things, as I rode away. Someone who didn’t sob and sob and sob as my friend drove me home. Someone else can wear that dress. I hate that dress!
We really want to adopt again! Will we get to, I don’t know? Right now, I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job of letting go and letting God! Mostly, because I have Baby Girl and she keeps me very busy! But, also because going through the whole adoption process with Baby Girl made me realize that when God gives you a child to love and nurture and parent, that child is the perfect one for you! I am completely trusting that if God wants us to adopt again, He will make a way!
So, baby boy or girl, if you’re out there, we’ll find you!
I got creative this year. Being a foster parent, I’m used to having WAY more going on at my house this time of year. But, since it’s just me and my forever kiddos right now, I had time to come up with some fun “back-to-school gifts” for their teachers. Here they are.
Washed out and cleaned soup cans with brand new crayons hot glued to them make an adorable holder for freshly cut flowers from the garden. Thank you Pinterest!
I simply believe that every teacher probably needs chocolate to get through the first week of school. A cute or funny more taped to the front makes it more personal.
And of course, I had the kids make a card or a little note for their new teachers, because really it’s all about making it personal.