We have been busy getting back in the groove after the holidays. Hannah back in school and lessons. The small ones and me crafting and cleaning on a daily basis. On a side note.....Claire had a "leaving me experience" today. She has been home 3 yrs and out of the blue, comes panic and crying. I went in the bedroom to fold laundry and she "couldn't find me and thought I left her". It hurts my heart that this is still a problem with her. I guess it will be somewhat of a hidden fear for the rest of her life. Hannah nevers worries that we will leave without her(although we have threatened many a times when running late), Kevin and Claire are always concerned when shoes are on in the house and they aren't involved. We were never ones to sneak out when leaving our children, now the process takes a little longer. That is ok, I will do whatever is necessary to make them feel secure and loved.
Every call has a beginning. A quiet moment when God whispers a promise to a mother’s heart . A holy place where a father bows and faithfully accepts the journey set before him. A miraculous morning that unexpectedly dawns… Casting its first light on a chosen threshold. A gentle knock..a closed door opens, a sacred invitation sent by the Father.. leads to the other side of the world. Where lonely hearts stare out orphanage windows praying for someone to care.. and then one morning, on an ordinary day an orphan’s life changes... God sends them a second chance...Through you..
We are a family now, a whole,of which you are a part,and you are just as much our child as any in our heart. We do not love you differently,nor would we give up less of all that life has given us to bring you happiness.There is no limit to our love,no boundary you might cross,no price you may be asked to pay,no need to fear its loss. We are now one, the five of us,windows of one home. As long as we have life and breath,You’ll never be alone.~Nicholas Gordon
If I had my child to raise all over again,I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less.I would do less correcting and more connecting.I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.I’d do more hugging and less tugging.~Diane Loomans, from “If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again
Thousands of starfish washed ashore. A little girl began throwing them in the water so they would not die. “Don’t bother, dear,” her mother said, “it won’t make a difference.” The girl stopped for a moment and looked at the starfish in her hand. “It will make a difference to this one."
Please consider adoption....it will make a difference to one child.