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”