We Waited 701 Days For Today

13 04 2018

That day we thought would never come, came today.

We officially, legally, forever-ly (yeah, I probably made up a word) adopted our son.

He’ll be two next month. The hospital placed him in our arms when he was three days old. It’s still very surreal. But what was once a dream is now our miraculous reality.

WE ARE LIVING A MIRACLE.

We waited 701 days for this day and it was worth every second.

To commemorate and celebrate the day, I made T-shirts.

Nine of them.

6 of the 7 children had a shirt like this (Front)

For the back, I used a line from the song This is Me, from the movie The Greatest Showman. I feel like this line sums up what it means to be in the foster community. You can’t be a useful part of this life if you’re not willing to fight for something or someone. When you become a foster family, you open your doors to battles raging you never knew existed.

Like systems that don’t work well, sometimes, but they’re all we have. We learn to fight by learning to navigate the system we’re now working in. We learn that sometimes, the best fight, is to be quiet and let things run their course. Other times, we learn we have to speak out.

We learn to fight by becoming a force for change in the system. Looking at areas we can help with then getting involved.

We learn to fight by encouraging others who are on this rocky path with us. Encouraging parents who try their best to love and help their traumatized children.

We learn to fight our children, to keep them safe from themselves, sometimes. We learn to fight FOR our children when we pour over article after article looking for ways to help them. When we call doctor after doctor asking for help, only to be turned away because they don’t see what we do – AND WE KNOW WE’RE RIGHT.

We fight for the relationships we had before we entered the foster world, because those are hard to hold on to when your whole world is taken over by one of the hardest good things you will ever try.

We fight for the relationships within our own homes because change is not easy. Bringing foster children into your family IS NOT like having the children next door sleep over one night and just never go home. Foster children are in the system, they walk through the doors of our home, because THEY HAVE BEEN TRAUMATIZED. Often – OFTEN – many times. The day the state goes in and removes them (for their safety) is a traumatic event all on its own. But there are circumstances that lead up to that removal. And when these children walk through our doors, they often do NOT want to be here. It’s nothing personal, but there are other places they’d rather be, than with more strangers. For our established children, that can be a hard transition, too. So we fight to maintain balance (that still feels like an unattainable dream most days) within our homes while fighting forces from without, too.

YOU CANNOT BE IN THE FOSTER WORLD UNLESS YOU ARE WILLING TO FIGHT. That’s why this line got my attention. We’ve been refined and molded into warriors.

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My husband and I had slightly different shirts.

Here’s a picture of all of us. You can see mine says His, and His says Hers πŸ™‚

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And while we’re at it, a back view of all of us.

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But little man, the whole reason for the celebration, his was a little different. His reflected the feelings of our family, extended family, and friends.

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Thanks for stopping by!

xoxo

So you can enjoy the song, too πŸ™‚

 

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Babies Are Great Excuses to Make Awesome Things!

27 08 2017

Like this bag! I used the same papers I used for their baby shower gifts (you can see that, here and here).

The bag was pretty easy to make (there’s a video tutorial on the site) and seems super sturdy.

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I added a little extra to the sides by embossing them because I could πŸ˜‰ Inside was a Royals jumper for the baby and candy for the parents and big sis πŸ™‚

Thanks for stopping by!

xoxo





Inspiration

9 04 2012

I’m in love with a new song. Since I started writing, I’ve paid more attention to the words in songs.

Songwriters can be powerful story tellers, and they do it with a minimum of words. In their favor, they have music to go with those words to help evoke the emotion they’re trying to portray, but still, there’s some hugely talented people out there.

Lots of times a song will speak to me, and I keep track of it, knowing I can use it as inspiration somewhere.

This is one of those songs.

Skin, by Sixx AM