VICTORY!

So sorry people! I couldn't remember where the heck my blogspot account went! This is what happens when you have multiple email
addresses. Well, and when you are edging up the hill into mid-middle age. I'll leave the definition of that up to your imagination.

What to blog about?

We have a new (ish) family member, Andrew. He's only four and quite the little man. Lots of issues-he was in seven placements before he turned four-and we've had quite a road trying to help him understand what kind of behaviors are okay: saying please, using "indoor" voices, etc., and what behaviors aren't okay: hitting, throwing toys, spitting, and some insanely bad language.
He's still getting used to a mom that cooks (most of the time), and reads to him at bedtime.

After all these years you would think I'd be used to how damaged these kids are, but it still blows me away. He used to think that every time he went to preschool, he'd be going back to a different house. Every move he had prior to our house was a surprise. Go to the babysitter in the morning, have a new "mom" in the evening. Wow. Why do we wonder at the high juvenile crime rates? Take a small guy like this and twist him up - what do we expect?

One of my biggest prayers is that every stable, sane, responsible adult would choose to be a foster parent. It doesn't take some sort of super person, or "special" person (I get really tired of people telling me how special I am), it does take someone willing to open their home and their heart to ONE damaged child. Just one. They are small. They don't take up much space. They need you a lot.

Think about it.