The twins are amazing! God has protected their little hearts for sure! They are loving, kind, sensitive, playful, compassionate children. They play well with Baby Girl. They attend school, church, and outings with our family and have absolutely no behavior problems when out in public. They are pretty much the most precious little boys on the planet as far as I am concerned.
I love them already! It is crazy how fast the love comes in foster care. But, I love them and they already have a piece of my heart!
The day I went to pick up The Twins was so cold and rainy. The weather was just bad that day. Baby Girl and I loaded up in the truck, put the address I was given into the GPS and headed out. First, we went to their previous foster home to pick up their belongings and then we followed their social worker to the daycare they had attended since entering foster care just one month prior. The social worker unloaded the carseats, handed them to me and went inside to get The Twins. I loaded the much too large and completely inappropriate (for three year olds) booster seats into my truck. I didn’t say anything to the social worker about the seats because I was just meeting this woman. If she was the one who bought the boys these seats, I didn’t want to offend her by saying they weren’t correct, so I just stayed silent. She came out of the daycare with two of the most precious little boys that I have ever seen. Identical twins, K and J walked outside in the cold with their little matching jackets on and I bent down to meet them. “Hi, I’m Miss B,” I said. “Oh, they’re going to call you mama,” the social worker interrupted. “They call all women ‘mama’ and all men ‘daddy.” “They can call me whatever they want,” I replied. In my mind, I knew this wasn’t a good sign. It isn’t normal for a child to use those words for anyone, but their immediate and most special caregiver. T never called me, “mama” and he was with me for seven months. The twins are younger than T, but still I knew this couldn’t be a good sign of attachment to their parents. I picked the boys up one at a time and put them into their car seats. The social worker told me she would be in touch with me later in the week and she drove away.
After everyone was all buckled, I got into the driver’s seat and looked in my rear view mirror. Three three-year olds looked back at me. Baby Girl, K and J were all buckled and ready to go. Was I? Could I do this? Three children under three years old is a lot… but yes I knew I could! God had given me this blessing and we were going to be fine. I turned around and said, “Everyone ready to go home?” K looked at me with a HUGE smile on his face and said to me clear as day, “We’re your babies now Mama!” My heart both sank and broke at the same time. They just met me. They haven’t been in my car for two minutes and they’re already calling me, “mama.”
Sweet precious babies. My sweet little twins!
We went to the Pumpkin Patch today. It is a tradition. We go every year. We take hay rides, cut pumpkins off the vine and eat homemade farm goodies. It’s the best!
This year, as we walked through the petting zoo and as I watched the kids enter the corn maze, I reflected on years past. Every year for the last three years we have taken different groups of kids to the Pumpkin Patch. Every year we have made different memories, but the goal has been the same. We go to spend time with each other. We go to play and have fun. We go to bond and reconnect. And every year I love it!
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.
In a little over a week my kiddos go back to school. No more lazy summer days, spending hours out by the pool, doing nothing but playing and playing some more. I love the summertime. I love the freedom it provides my children to just “be kids.”
Here are some sweet pics from our time at the beach. I’m so glad we went! The weather was gorgeous! The beach was beautiful and relaxing. I took a walk one day and just prayed and prayed the entire time. God is so good to me! He has blessed me beyond measure!
Baby Girl playing in the sand!
The cousins in their matching flip flops!
My brave Middle Girl caught a crab!
My babies and I need a restful few days to reconnect and enjoy each other’s company before school starts again. So, we’ve headed to the beach! There is just something very soothing about the ocean waves and how constant they are. Waves going in and out, in and out, splashing at my feet while I sit in my chair and watch my kiddos play in the water and sand. It’s good to be here.
Oldest Girl will be starting high school in a few weeks and I know life is about to get very busy for her again. Only Boy will start his last year of elementary school. He is getting so tall and has already passed me by in height. Middle Girl and Baby Girl are both looking forward to starting ballet classes. Life is about to be full of car rides, schedules, and routine. The beach was calling us. We need to recharge before these big changes in our lives again. We are also praying that God will prepare us to welcome new foster children into our home this year. We would be so pleased to get “the call” very soon.
The beach is my happy place! Quiet, calm and peaceful, but full of fun and memories at the same time! Life is good at the beach!
It happened! Baby Girl is our forever daughter and we are her forever family! My heart is SO full of joy and relief! She is our’s!
We will sign the “adoption home placement agreement” and all of the “paperwork” for Baby Girl this Thursday! I cannot wait! I’m cleaning the house spotless and making something yummy for all of us to eat that morning! It is going to be glorious and I’m going to photograph the whole thing! I won’t have delivery room photos for Baby Girl’s baby book, so I want to get pictures of everything I can and make it as special as possible! She is going to be our daughter!!!! We are so happy!!!