In a previous post I shared our introduction into trauma parenting when our old son entered our home at age four. We were a good intentioned family trying desperately to connect with our child. Our assumption was that time, love and the right parenting techniques would eventually begin to work and soften my child’s hardened heart. Continue reading “Where is my Village?”
Last week my son ran away. It all began the night before when he was told to clean his room. He told me it was done and started to head for the door. I am certain he was not counting on me checking, but I did…and I made him stay until it was done. Continue reading “Finding Your Good Enough”
Eleven year ago I found out I was expecting, and while surprised, this baby was a welcome blessing. I took every measure as an expectant mom to make sure he was given the best environment to grow and develop in.
At the same time I was finding out this news, unbeknownst to me, another baby boy had just been born. However, this baby boy was the fourth child born cocaine and alcohol exposed to a mother who had no intention of parenting him. He had no warm welcome into this world. He had no stable environment and no one to attach to. Continue reading “A Tale of Two Sons”
This idea of becoming foster parents began to take root in our hearts. We did all the necessary things. We took our classes, prepared or home study, prepared our home, did our best to prepare our kids. Then our life got totally re-routed. Continue reading “My Story Part 3”
In my previous post I shared my own trauma history and experiences in foster care. Throughout this entire ordeal my support system was my foster parents, my church, and my boyfriend, Tim. We maintained an almost entirely long-distance relationship for three and a half years. We married a month after my high school graduation. Continue reading “My Story Part 2”
I have thought long and hard about where to begin to tell my story. My experiences with foster care and trauma did not begin when we became foster parents. I myself, spent three and half years as a foster child. I entered the system as an emergency placement at the age of fifteen. Continue reading “My Story”