If you've been following our journey, you know that my husband and I took in my former student and her siblings only 5 months after getting married. Shortly after, we got licensed for foster care and have had a revolving door of kids (young and old) that we've been privileged to care for ever since. We've never had more than a week without kids in our home and we have loved being able to serve these babies so so much! It's been a pillar of our lives and a staple in our family. - During the pandemic, I became more in tune with myself, my body, and my partner. We leaned into our dreams and passions and began to take on hobbies that we didn't have time for previously. My husband became more invested into his business and I applied for an Assistant Principal job that I later accepted :) Controversially, the pandemic made opening our home to more children difficult because our community was limited and there were no options for respite. Our kids had to stay home for d
Last Tuesday was a day that we had been dreading for a while. It was the day that Little Buddy, who had been with us almost 6 months, moved away to reunite with his brother and be cared for by a relative. Leading up to his moving day, I had been busy moving into a new house, packing his things away, and even preparing for another (last minute, unexpected) placement. In all the busy-ness, I had no time to fully process that Little Buddy was leaving me, for real for real. I saw my husband take moments to pause and reflect, but I had no time for that. Like any "normal day", I picked Little Buddy up from daycare with a graham cracker snack in hand, played Baby Shark in the car on the way to meet up with my husband at home so that we could load his things in the car. We did those things and welcomed Princess T, our new placement, before the drop off. [Side note: I was super grateful that we got the opportunity to drop him off, see his new home, and say good-bye as opposed
From the book "What Happened to You?" by Bruce D. Perry: “Your own experiences and the echoes of your ancestors’ experiences influence the way you think, feel, and behave. They are major determinants of your health. And being aware of this can help us remember that everything we do right now is going to echo into the future. Our actions matter; we are impacting the next generations. So are we being as mindful as we could?” In Black culture and especially church culture, the phrase "breaking generational curses" is often over emphasized and under implemented. I've been thinking about this a lot lately as I explore my own parenting practices, beliefs, and values. Breaking generational curses has less to do with somebody in a family stepping out and doing something new (i.e. being a first generation college student) and more about ending patterns of trauma that exist across generations. As foster, soon-to-be adoptive, parents my husband and
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