There have been so many times that I’ve been out and about and thought “man, i should write a blog about that.” And now that all my boys are out shopping and I’m home alone, I keep debating “should I spend my time writing or….resting” lol.
Parenting adopted/fostered kids is HARD. You can read the books, talk to a therapist, watch the videos but at the end of the day, I have to parent my kids how I feel is best. There are times when therapeutic parenting doesn’t look like parenting at all and I look like I’m my child’s friend. There have been moments where we both look at each other like “what do we do”. There have been many, many, many phone calls to our caseworker. There have been too many prayers to count. There are times when I go to talk to the child in trouble and I just pray I can find the words to get through to him. There have been so, so many tears (mostly mine) as I search my soul to figure out how to reach these kids. There have been moments when I’ve realized just how strong I am.
There have also been moments that are worth every second of the hard times. The hugs, the kisses, the “i love yous”. The moments when these kids say their name with our last name. When they say something is “ours”. Super tiny little things that may seem like nothing to a biological parent mean everything to us. The fact that they even want to take our last name after only 2 months is a big step. The fact that they love Facetiming Grandma & Grandpa, or going next door to see Great-Grandma, Great-Grandpa & their Uncle are HUGE steps that we didn’t expect to see this soon. They can’t wait to meet their other two uncles! They are making HUGE steps, even though they seem like small ones.
Every day is not good. Every day is not bad. We have our moments. We’re all learning & adjusting. I’m learning that one of my kids is super in tune to my moods. If I snap, he snaps. If I’m good, he’s good. It’s been trial & error. It’s been an adventure, honestly. And it just keeps continuing.