A week into our first placement and we were headed to a family reunion 5 hours away in Arkansas. Not the best laid plans. But in foster care, our staunch dreams often gave way.
Jen and I were up in her room. Her timeouts always spent together. Partly because it’s recommended by experts for kids with trauma history. Partly because she wouldn’t stay in he..
I took all three kids to the police station to thank an officer. Knowing the police had been present at painful times in their lives, I wanted to them to build positive associa..
I didn’t cry the day Jen, Victor and Nick left. They were our first foster kids. Our first kids period.
I was so exhausted. At the end of all the ropes. My body couldn’t even pr..
I never knew a smile as big as Robb’s. Or one to last as long. Or sound as much like pure joy.
It’s hard to define whether it’s a laugh or a smile. Regardless the whole thing ca..
Language is a funny thing. And funnier when you have two Myers-Brigs certified feelers who are also professional communicators.
Yes we over-analyze everything we say. And then d..
So far in 2015, I’ve had a couple minor headaches, a cut finger, and a few sore muscles from playing softball in my 30s. The picture of health you might say.
My picture was quit..
I had said “I love you” before Jonathan but I don’t think I really knew what I meant till I met him. And I certainly didn’t know what it meant to be on the receiving end.
Earlier this year, we cared for a teenager in foster care for a weekend. She is a remarkable artist; her pen and ink renderings draw the viewer in with astonishing clarity.
New York Times’ Motherlode blog is featuring Meghan Moravcik Walbert, a foster mom. Here she tells of her heart’s ache after getting a call to care for a child her family isn’t e..
Our church is kid-friendly. To put it mildly.
Over half of our congregation is under 12 years old. Which makes for a service filled with sweet giggles and the occasional cries o..
Shortly after our first placement of three siblings, dear friends threw us a shower. One note read: “If it takes a village to raise a child, we want to be part of your dense urba..
After making it through a 3 inch binder of state laws and checklists, the abundance of don’ts and absence of dos was adding up. So for our house rules, we decided to keep it posi..
Words mean different things to different people. For instance, “marzipan” to me is an almondy confection. To my husband, it’s the name for everyone whose given name he can’t reme..
In a long line of mini-vans and suvs at 4pm sharp, I waited. Watching as little ones walked out the big doors hand in hand with a teacher or aide until they spotted their beloved..
As months passed, Jen’s disgruntled posture took a stronger and stauncher stance. Every time Jonathan or I showed each other affection with a word or a kiss, she lit in. Screams ..
The first day I met Jen she wanted to look through our wedding book. She pretended to look away at the shots of us kissing, but she couldn’t hide her smile. She saw love and knew..
Jen loved to tell stories. She wrote, drew, acted and sang them. And while there was the occasional deviation to encourage her pepper plants to grow, nearly every story was the s..
Two empty bedrooms led us to think we had the space to give kids in need a safe place. We googled “foster care” and began the process.
After 30 hours of STARS (the Specialized T..
Having never parented, our learning curve was steep. To put it mildly.
Our first long-term placement began in June 2014. Three siblings: Jen, Victor, and Nick. All had suffered ..
Nick wasn’t a morning person. I can respect that. And relate. His brother and sister woke on their own, often before my husband or I wished. But Nick usually had to be roused. Hi..