Sharing Momming

Sprout Monday was Eid Al Fitr, so we took Sprout to visit her fam several hours away so she could celebrate with them. It’s a big deal for Sprout to be there for Eid because we aren’t Muslim, and while we could try to celebrate, we can’t celebrate like her family. She needs her familyContinue reading “Sharing Momming”

Neurodivergence Part 2: Autism? Really??

We already talked about ADHD, now why is there a blog post about autism in a blog about foster care? Still partly because it’s my blog, and my story, and I feel like sharing. Boom. It’s also because there are plenty of neurodivergent kids in foster care too, so this might help a foster parentContinue reading “Neurodivergence Part 2: Autism? Really??”

Neurodivergence Part 1: An Adult Diagnosed with ADHD

Why is there a blog post about ADHD in a blog about foster care? Partly because it’s my blog, and my story, and I feel like sharing. It’s also because there are plenty of neurodivergent kids in foster care too, so this might help a foster parent understand a kid they’re caring for a littleContinue reading “Neurodivergence Part 1: An Adult Diagnosed with ADHD”

Age 4, with Trauma

This morning’s conversations with almost-four-year-old Sprout have me seriously thrown. I kind of want to curl up in a corner and cry, honestly. Sprout: “You hate my Mommy [name]?” Me: “What? No! I love your Mommy! She’s so sweet. And I love anyone who loves you like she does.” Sprout: “Really?” Me: “Really really. IContinue reading “Age 4, with Trauma”

An interview of my partner in crime

I decided to follow the lead of my dear friend Emily whose awesome blog involves interviewing people. I’ll never get my husband to do his own guest post, so I decided to interview him. Here he is in all his glory, the man, the myth, the legend: Seth. H: I think I know the answerContinue reading “An interview of my partner in crime”

Self Care and Foster Care

Foster care is a rough gig. It’s emotionally taxing x100. On the best days when everything is going well and the kids are great my heart aches knowing it won’t last – kids go home. I flip between trying to protect my heart from the heartbreak I know is coming, and just letting myself loveContinue reading “Self Care and Foster Care”