So things have gotten hard around here. I’ve hit a roadblock and need to refocus. I’ve lost my drive. I’ve lost my press. And I’ve somehow found myself going through the motions of foster care with lack of sympathy.<\/p>\n
A lot has happened since the boys came to our home.<\/p>\n
I’ve lost a part of me… almost like shedding a skin. These boys are changing me and sometimes I see the uglier side of myself. That’s what 5 kids 5 and under will do to you, even if they’re not all yours. They’ll drive you to the edge. And you can shine or you can repent. I’ve found my side of repentance and I’ve also learned I can handle far more than I thought I could. But then some news came.<\/p>\n
And I hurt.<\/p>\n
Mom made a choice.<\/p>\n
And I hurt for these boys.<\/p>\n
And there’s just a lot open.<\/p>\n
And hurting.<\/p>\n
And it feels out of control.<\/p>\n
I find myself losing sympathy for mom. It’s not something she has done. It’s something she IS doing. Those are two different things. Our new worker spoke with wisdom. “Some parents are comfortable with seeing their kids once a week. It’s enough for them.” I’m scared we’re seeing that unfold.<\/p>\n
And that opens a whole new world of hurts.<\/p>\n
I’m glad the boys didn’t know we were talking about reunification as early as this summer. Because it would have come as a crushing blow to now be enrolling Big Guy in Kindergarten. Instead he can start his year with the hope of reunification… without the added anxiety… and feeling stuck. And lost.<\/p>\n
Somewhere in the middle.<\/p>\n
I didn’t know sheltering a child means experiencing the hurts yourself… and smiling when they come into the room. Well, maybe I just didn’t know it’s depth.<\/p>\n
I wish I were one of those miraculous moms. You know, the ones with the 9,000 kids AND the foster kids. The ones that don’t sweat it and roll out the nurturing and full self-sacrifice like they were born to do this. I wish it didn’t drive me crazy to hear his shrieking. I wish I could tell the future. I wish I knew if I could fully attach to them now. And I wish this would just end.<\/p>\n
I wish there was some way to know if these boys are supposed to be mine. I wish we knew if Mom would ever change her mind… or if the county would just give up and give them back despite the track-record. I wish I felt reassured that some judge is going to see the depth of this case. I wish I felt more in control when 5 kids need me all at once. I wish it weren’t so hard to load and unload 5 kids from the van. Or that it didn’t take serious luggage and at least 45 minutes to make a “surprise” escape from our home… and then we realize half-way there that we left something. I wish I felt more in control of our time-management and I wish I had the luxury to be lazy… or sleep in … ever! … without it costing me 2 extra nighttime nursings, a shower, and my sanity.<\/p>\n
But I’ve come to the hard reality that I’m not living in a dream world. And “All IN” is not a one-time choice, but a daily and minutely choice when it comes to loving someone else’s child… through their repetitive mistakes.<\/p>\n
I am no longer who I once was.<\/p>\n
I cannot go back.<\/p>\n
Even on days that I really want to.<\/p>\n
And while this often feels like chaos. And the tears are real and really hurt.<\/p>\n
And while I wish I could hit an escape button and somehow work myself out of this mess many times.<\/p>\n
I am learning in the most difficult struggle I have faced to date that God never gives us more than we can handle. But we certainly cannot handle it without Him.<\/p>\n
It’s hard to ask for help. EVERY DAY.<\/p>\n
It’s hard to lay down the pride and pick up the baby, even though I know he’ll still be screaming in my arms and I have a headache. It’s hard to play go-between ensuring everyone’s happiness… or close to happiness. It’s hard to work on the beginnings of disciplining a child without knowing if you’ll ever see the fruit… or even be able to finish part of the lesson.<\/p>\n
Orphan care feels too close sometimes.<\/p>\n
And it feels too sacrificial sometimes.<\/p>\n
And sometimes I just have to cry. … and let it all fall off my back for a few minutes.<\/p>\n
But the morning comes, (too early and feeling too late sometimes), and the Lord equips for one more day.<\/p>\n
And I find that I can readjust my white-knuckled grip… clinging to the cross.<\/p>\n
God, hold me.<\/p>\n
I need You in all of this.<\/p>\n
I can’t do this.<\/p>\n
You can.<\/p>\n
And You are.<\/p>\n
I don’t know what tomorrow brings. Or the next few moments for that matter.<\/p>\n
But i do know this.<\/p>\n
You have been.<\/p>\n
And You always will be.<\/p>\n
Always.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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