9. Upon stopping to smell the roses

For many years I have had a somewhat obsessive-compulsive/guilt-motivated relationship with the old “stop and smell the roses” cliché. When out walking, if I passed a fence overhung with roses, I simply had to stop to smell them because otherwise I felt I was not truly ‘embracing life’. The wisdom of the old adage was… Continue reading 9. Upon stopping to smell the roses

8. The strange life of a foster child

Last weekend we took the four little ducks on an outing to the city to visit Wildlife World and the Aquarium. To be completely honest, the whole day was a bit of a disaster. It was long and tiring, filled with tears and tantrums. Miss A complained a lot. Miss L cried often, wanting to… Continue reading 8. The strange life of a foster child

7. Jesus’ calling to an uncomfortable life

This morning we took Miss A and Miss L to attend their first day of childcare (I asked for their start date to be moved forward because I knew that Mr E and Miss R needed some respite). We had attended orientation together yesterday, so they seemed happy to be starting ‘preschool’. As I pushed… Continue reading 7. Jesus’ calling to an uncomfortable life