Oh the Bliss!

I am acutely aware that our second go with foster care has gone incredibly smooth. We got an infant - everyone's dream. He has been extremely easy, always been a great sleeper and eater, has no residual effects from the 9 months he spent in his birth-mom's womb. He's happy,  healthy (though he's had more colds than I can count), follows directions and if all that weren't enough the boy's been pooping on the potty since he was 4 months old! So yeah, we'd be considered an ideal story, I'd say. But that doesn't mean the road has always been easy, for me especially. There are many times when I tiptoe toward (and completely fall over) the edge of frustration and annoyance , "why does he have to act this way, none of the other kids ever acted like this." , which leads to doubt, " Would I be this annoyed if one of my biological children were doing this?", which leads to guilt, " I can't believe I singled him out because he...

I am sorry about the break from my blog, I didn't mean to make it so long, I didn't mean for there to be a break at all, actually. It's not for lack of material, as I have kids to constantly provide something right? But here's the truth, the honest truth of why I haven't written. I have a friend who just spent 10 days in Uganda with her husband working with Katie Davis and Amazima and spending time with the least of the least. They were bombarded with emotions - and I can't help wondering how they're going to come home and process it all. How does one come back to Orange County and pick up right back where they left off and carry on? Or maybe they won't, maybe they'll be completely different and they'll pack their bags and move to Africa before any of us can say, "How was your trip?" How can I even ask her that question?? Where will she begin? So I haven't been able to write because for nearly two weeks my brain and my heart and ...