No, this isn’t a how-to lesson on insect fumigation and getting rid of ant hills. Instead, this is a post about how I learned to help my adopted children talk to me about their early childhood trauma and abuse. After 8 rages in 9 days, we were at our wits end on how to get… Continue reading Ant Hills
I laid in bed that night and struggled to find sleep. The conversation with my teenage son playing over and over in my head. Oh, how I wish he knew how much I loved him and how amazing he is! And yet, I was disappointed that all of my words had been critical. My heart… Continue reading The LOVE Wall
When you have a large family, one thing you quickly realize kills your grocery budget are foods that come out of a box or a bag already partially prepared. They are also not the healthiest choices out there…but that’s another post for later. So Big Daddy and I we went on a quest to find… Continue reading Feeding the Herd: Big Family Brownies
We are finally through day 2 of rages. It is days like this where I can see in to the very depth of my child’s soul and all of the broken and smashed pieces and all I want to do is desperately put them back together. The rages are exhausting — for all of us.… Continue reading Broken Crayons Still Color
It’s after midnight and I just finished having a tender heart-to-heart with my 13 year old. It’s not the kind I expected to be having — we didn’t talk about girls or music or baseball like we normally do. Instead, we talked about pain tolerance, life insurance, and muscle biopsies. We both cried a little… Continue reading You Are Wonderfully Made
We are used to stares and odd comments about our family. We get counted wherever we go and people often stop and ask us about our “story”. We have fully embraced that we are different, but last week someone said something that was so offensive, I wanted to scream. Or bonk someone on the head.… Continue reading That’s Too Many Kids!
“How many times have we had this conversation?” I looked at my teenager in disbelief that once again we were having the same conversation about homework and chores that we had maybe a week ago. In between my frustration and a certain level of anger, I felt like a complete failure as a parent .… Continue reading The Curse of the Nags…