Five Truths
As a foster-adoptive mom, I raise kids that come from hard places. Though prior to becoming a parent I was well versed in the system and what it meant to care for kids who, of no fault of their own, landed within it-I was unprepared. You see, trauma rears it’s head in ways that I never truly understood until I lived it. Some days I still don’t understand. Even though I’ve been at this for over a decade, sometimes the hurt and the longing and the insecurity cuts me to the quick. It can be hard to remember not to take things personally. That the rages aren’t meant for me-they come for a place of wounding that is so deep, words cannot yet be given to it. Through this, we have done the best we can. And often fall short. That’s the problem with humans-we’re human. And as my brother once told me, people are messy. So each day we get up, with new mercies, and we try again. Two years ago I had hoped I had found one tiny way to help encourage one of our kids. My hope was to ins...