Do you have staff? How do you handle so many special needs? Are you exhausted? I received these questions recently and this post is going to share the nitty gritty of our home. A home that probably looks quite a bit like any other home….with 7,845 kids. A home with an often exhausted mama (because all mamas are tired), a… Read More
Even Lizards Get Bullied – a message for kids.
On the first day of school, I introduced Joel’s third grade class to Blackbeard the Bearded Dragon. BlackBeard has limb difference because he was bullied and attacked by other lizards. They hurt him and he lost a foot and several claws. To save his life, BlackBeard was placed in an ‘orphanage for lizards’ that houses reptiles that can no longer… Read More
The Weeping of a Soul – Recovering from Adoption
I flew back from Bulgaria late Saturday night., I was in the hospital Sunday morning. Israel woke up with a leg swollen triple the size of normal with ‘concerning’ redness. Mentally and physically, I was exhausted and emotionally spent. Much of Sunday was a blur. At one point during his stay, I was helping distract and hold him down as they… Read More
He Cannot Go to School if He Cannot Climb the Stairs
There are times that something is right in front of your face and you don’t see it. I look back on those two days, and I’m embarrassed to say that it never crossed my mind. I had walked those steps over and over, and not once did I wonder how the children reached the third floor to see us. How… Read More
Moms Heartbreaking Viral Post Urges Parents to See
There’s this strange dichotomy that I am living. One month ago, I sat in orphanages where children like my son, Joel, die. I’m not exaggerating, I’m not sensationalizing, boys like my son die. You see, he has a facial deformity, he is deaf, and he cannot see well. These things equate to “rejected”, “unadoptable”, “hidden” and “unworthy” in orphanages across… Read More
Why adoption means no spoons and sitting in the dark…
I hung up the phone and looked at the numbers I had written on the yellow post-it. I wasn’t sad, I was just numb. His IQ scores were very low and yet I didn’t know how to process this. Part of me wanted to grieve, but another part was angry. It wasn’t that I expected him to be genius, it… Read More
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