Foster Parenting: Gardeners for a Season

 NOTE: To share this story, I am pooling from four other foster moms: Brandy, Joyce, Sue, and Suzanne. Collectively we have had over 110 children in our homes. Some of these children were “our own” foster kids and others were children we babysat, sometimes for a day or for several weeks, for other foster moms. Eight of those children have been adopted into three of these homes. Nurturing Children of Another Mother When I was … Read more

A Different Kind of Romance

Romance. Ah, yes. Don’t we love the sound and the meaning of that word! Flowers and being loved. Feeling important and invigorated. Experiencing exhilaration and ecstasy. I relish it all. We celebrated our 29th last weekend (December 8) and, as Dave told Sarah Beth on Saturday, “There’s not going to be a whole lot of fireworks around this place this weekend!” But I experienced romance, and it’s spelled differently than r-o-m-a-n-c-e. This different-kind-of-romance one is … Read more

Think Pink

Sunlight arrived first, followed by Moonbeam. Both summer babies, they were born a little over two years apart. I envisioned for them days of laughter and nights of sharing secrets, and (someday) grown up girls who were friends. How was I to know then that my vision was just a dream? As a child, I had five sisters with whom to play, and I imagined my girls would have as much fun playing together as we … Read more

Celebrating the Mothers in my Life

  It’s Mother’s day, and I am looking outward instead of inward. Rather than looking at what I don’t have, I choose to claim the blessings that are mine. I realize there are women who feel pain over being single or childless, especially on Mother’s Day. There are other women out there who have prodigal offspring and wonder if they are ever coming home. Other moms have buried offspring. I recognize that pain. I know … Read more

A May Day Tribute

Credit: the poem “Drop a Pebble in the Water” is written by James. W. Foley. See the poem in its entirety at the end of this post.   Drop a pebble in the water . . . It is spring, and the month of May is awaiting its curtain call. In Appalachia, sisters are walking home from school, carrying their books. It is 1968, after all, and backpacks have not yet arrived on the school … Read more