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A Gift Guide for the Foster Parent in Your Life.

Posted by on Jul 26, 2017 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

When Mike and I first became foster parents to BlueJay more than two years ago – and it felt as though utter chaos descended upon our home – our village stepped up with support. One friend brought us a full dinner, complete with homemade bread. Another friend sent a gift card to the local ice cream shop. A group of friends banded together to purchase a...

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The update I wish I didn’t have to write.

Posted by on Jun 26, 2017 in Uncategorized | 8 comments

There are moments in life that do more than test you. They strip you down to the core and make you examine exactly who you are, what you are made of, and — sometimes — what you can handle. Our newest foster son, 10-year-old James, was in our home for three months when we arrived at that moment. That moment often doesn’t happen over night. It’s a long and...

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A letter to my foster son on his 10th birthday.

Posted by on Jun 6, 2017 in Uncategorized | 8 comments

Mr. Sparkles, I know, you hate that nickname, but you earned it the day you came home from school with your head so covered in glitter you looked like a disco ball. You’re not quite sure what inspired you to dip both hands into a tub of glitter during a class art project, or furthermore what prompted you to rub said glitter all over your head, but I could...

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What the picture doesn’t show. {Today’s Parent}

Posted by on Jun 5, 2017 in Uncategorized |

You see the picture I post on Facebook of two boys walking down the street, hand-in-hand, and you leave a comment describing it as “joyful.” You are happy for us, you are happy for them—for that one boy in particular. You’re thinking: he’s lucky. He’s lucky to have landed with a real family. He’s lucky to have secured safety, love and opportunity, when so...

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Half a childhood.

Posted by on Apr 12, 2017 in Uncategorized | 9 comments

It occurred to me recently that I will only get half of his childhood. I guess I already knew that. I must have. The math here is pretty straightforward; our foster son, whom we expect to adopt, is 9 years old. That is quite clearly halfway to 18. I have a picture I took of him and our biological son, Ryan, the first night we met him a couple of months...

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