I was always a dreamer. As a child my imagination was easily captured, and I couldn’t take a road trip without falling in love with one setting or another. I always had a dream on the go or a story in my head, and I filled scrap books with my thoughts; dream home designs and… Continue reading Dream Again
Tag: faith
Our Last Days Together
I reassured the girls constantly that we could talk on the phone, see each other every week, have sleepovers each month. We will see each other all the time, I said. Not everyday, they said.
Seesaw
Back and forth, back and forth. Forever going in circles, always cycling back to the same question. The same conclusion. Can we really keep doing this? In early February my husband decided that he didn’t think we should care for Miss A and Miss L anymore. I was devastated, but really, I agreed. The lying,… Continue reading Seesaw
Consumed
Four months ago I wrote about waiting for Baby M to be born. I have attempted to write a couple of times since little Miss M joined our family, however I have struggled to finish an entry. The following entry has been started and restarted several times. If I had written in the week following… Continue reading Consumed
An essay in response to small talk
“How are you going?” Do you know how to respond to this question? Sometimes this question transforms me into a dim-witted, bumbling oaf as I stumble for an adequate response, blurting out punctuated remarks like “Good! Hot!”, “Busy! Tired.” Or the classic “O-K…”which starts out with a high pitched squeak and fades into an uncertain… Continue reading An essay in response to small talk
My 2019 Resolution
About five months ago I started writing the following blog entry entitled “Joiners”. Some people are “joiners”; they get involved in everything and their lives are filled with committee meetings, volunteering and serving, baking for the latest event, running around frantically behind the scenes, and generally being busy with all that is involved with being… Continue reading My 2019 Resolution
Amazing
Meeting new people has become somewhat of a dreaded task to me. The conversation usually follows this pattern: New person: “How many kids do you have?” Me: (gritting my teeth and bracing myself) “Five.” This is followed by one of two regular responses: Option 1: New person: (Their eyebrows shooting up, their mouths dropping, often… Continue reading Amazing
26. Motherhood is not the hardest job in the world
I have been keeping journals, on and off, since I was in primary school. Recently, I decided to read some of my old journal entries. I found a blog-style entry which was written before I even had a blog; not long before our nieces moved in, when Mr E was 4, Miss R was 2… Continue reading 26. Motherhood is not the hardest job in the world
25. Are we done yet?
How do you know when you are “done”? When its time to donate all of your baby items and pack away your baby dreams; confident that your family is as large as its supposed to be? Some families seem to “know”. Some families say “one kid is enough work for us!” Others have health issues… Continue reading 25. Are we done yet?
24. Open Heart Surgery
I see it a few times a week. An article popping up on the Facebook newsfeed from a Fostering page I follow. The articles are about foster carers, ex-foster kids, adoption, government processes…and in each blurb, the hashtag “openyourheart”. Each time I see this hashtag, my heart withers a little. Because I opened my heart.… Continue reading 24. Open Heart Surgery
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