I must admit, up until a year ago, I was pretty confident in my abilities as a mom. My kids are happy, obedient, well-mannered, relatively responsible, and darn cute! And then the phone rang . . . and an hour later . . . enter traumatized foster son.
More than a year later, I still wonder if I have any clue what I'm doing. Every day holds a new challenge. A new obstacle. A new conflict. Currently, we find ourselves on the road to adoption . . . the long, bumpy, hazardous road to adoption.
A dear fellow-adoptive friend of mine sent me this link. Her timing (or should I say, God's timing), was impeccable. I was in desperate need of encouragement. And this was a breath of fresh air. So if you are a foster parent or an adoptive parent, grab a cup of coffee and breathe deeply . . .
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