Kids’ Relationships with “Stuff”

I thought of this topic because someone posted in a Facebook page I follow about their frustration with their foster kids’ treatment of toys and general messiness. Compared with her bio kids, she was surprised by the way her foster kids relate to objects. The original poster has my sympathy. It’s something Seth and IContinue reading “Kids’ Relationships with “Stuff””

Persistence Pays Off… Maybe? 🤞🏻

After my last blog post, I wrote a frustrated Facebook post on a foster care group page about the misery of this situation with being unable to get the girls medical care they desperately need. I got a lot of “don’t give up, you have to do something” comments which didn’t accomplish anything but annoyContinue reading “Persistence Pays Off… Maybe? 🤞🏻”

Representation Matters, Again

The other morning I found a video of Say Yes to the Dress Lancashire by accident. Well, ok, not really by accident, it’s sort of a guilty pleasure. I simply adore Gok. I think he’s pure magic with women who have body image issues and I’m totally here for it. But I digress. The brideContinue reading “Representation Matters, Again”

A perspective I didn’t expect to gain

I have to say, waking up and putting on modest clothing and a hijab on Sundays so I can take Sunny to Arabic school is strange. I’m finding it both liberating and restrictive at the same time. I’m on a podcast kick right now, and have been listening to several that feature Muslims living theirContinue reading “A perspective I didn’t expect to gain”

A Happy Shindig

Tonight we went to a barn dance at the farm where Sprout rides horses. It’s a program primarily for disabled people, so most folks who ride there have physical or intellectual disabilities or both. It’s an amazing program. I found it a JOY to be surrounded by people who weren’t giving the kids weird looks.Continue reading “A Happy Shindig”

Training, Daily

Every year I’m asked by our agency if I’ve done any “training” on foster parenting. It’s part of our recertification process and I want to talk a little about the training I do almost daily. To become a foster parent, there is a training requirement. It’s a class, which for us was 11 weeks IContinue reading “Training, Daily”

About that “Village” Thing

Twice now I’ve gotten dressed in a dress and a hijab and taken Sunny to Arabic class at her mosque. She’s a sight in her own hijab – bursting with pride about being Muslim and looking pretty all dressed up. I so wish I could share pictures of her – she just radiates joy whenContinue reading “About that “Village” Thing”

Halloween Lives On!

Sunny deserves her nickname. She’s an incredibly resilient kid, usually happy, and has a fabulous warm smile. There’s another side to her too though, and I’ll just call it the “waves against a rock” side of her. Like a lot of kids who wind up in care, Sunny has struggled to get some of herContinue reading “Halloween Lives On!”

Religion is Tricky

The Backstory I was raised Catholic. Seth was raised intermittently Pentecostal – i.e. Pentecostal when his parents weren’t getting kicked out of churches for pushing limits. We both walked away from our childhoods abhorring organized religion and its exclusivity. About 22 years later, when Kiddo had been with us for about 6 months, we realizedContinue reading “Religion is Tricky”

Trauma changes everything

Seth and I cleaned yesterday a bunch. He had the day off and though I was having a low energy day, it was a high motivation day and I powered through. We tackled the play room (my god what a mess!) and threw away broken toys and toys they’re misusing to beat on each other.Continue reading “Trauma changes everything”