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
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Famiversary #3
Three years have passed since Miss A and Miss L joined our family as wild young girls fresh out of their latest foster placement. Our third “famiversary” passed without much of a fuss. So much has been happening, and my emotional well-being has not been consistently good. I shall start with the exciting news for… Continue reading Famiversary #3
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
19. These are a few of my favourite things
Once again, I find myself writing after a lengthy absence. There were times last year when I did not write because I was so caught up in feeling utterly depressed and that I felt I had nothing good to say. There were plenty of other times that “best sellers” were cleverly crafting themselves in my… Continue reading 19. These are a few of my favourite things
18. FAMIVERSARY
When I am out in public with all the children, strangers frequently ask me “are they all yours?” Not wanting to go into specifics, my typical response is: “Yes. This is my family.” My stomach was full of nerves and my pulse was racing as I watched the two little girls walk hand in hand… Continue reading 18. FAMIVERSARY
16. The voices in my head
Click- click- my thumb is pressing down on the button of our van’s electronic key, my hand outstretched towards the brass lock. I am standing at my front door, staring at the faded yellow paint and the silver door handle, wondering, why hasn’t it opened yet? When what I am doing dawns upon me, a… Continue reading 16. The voices in my head
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