Saving Babies...One Mom At A Time

 When my son's mom found out she was pregnant, she was a mentally ill drug addict living under a bridge. Her pregnancy was unplanned, inconvenient, and, quite frankly, unsafe. She was a safety threat to him and he was a safety threat to her. My son was an abortion waiting to happen. Not because she was evil or because she didn't love him, because neither could be further from the truth, but because the odds seemed insurmountable. He checked every single box.

As I read about all of the discussion about abortions this week, from the March on Washington to the horrifying news from New York, I can't help but think that we, as the pro-life movement, are missing it. We talk about the baby, the murder, the injustice. We make and share meme's of ultrasound pictures, baby pictures, and eye catching phrases. But holy moly, friends, do you think our shared social media posts or cries to the government to suddenly be moral are going to end abortion? If we are going to protect these babies, we must first protect their moms.

The idea of saving the innocent is such a sweet and clean concept. But, let me be the first to tell you, it's messy, it's ugly, and it is so uncomfortable it will make you want to run. Ask any foster/adoptive mother, pro-life pregnancy center volunteer, mother/baby house worker, women's shelter employee and they will all tell you the same thing. It's the most grueling work with the most incredible reward. Protecting the innocent starts with each and every person actually putting themselves out there to get involved to help these mother's, children, and families.

You aren't too busy. You are enough. You can do this.

There are so many possibilities to put your good intentions into action. But I think it's about time the pro-life movement becomes less about words and more about action. The only way to drown out the manipulative fear-mongering of the devil is by flooding the same hearts with the unbridled and tangible love of Christ through a neighbor.

I, for one, have seen what can happen when this olive branch is extended. The dedication of many workers and volunteers at an amazing mother/baby house provided my son's mother with the love, support, and security she needed to give Nicholas life. And for that, I will be forever indebted.

"There is no place for selfishness and no place for fear! Do not be afraid, then, when love makes demands. Do not be afraid when love requires sacrifice."

-St. John Paul II

Mother's Day

 I find it ironic that on the one day of the year where Mother's are celebrated, pictures portray matching outfitted smiling children, and beautiful words are flowing freely, I am utterly worn out, exhausted, and not really interested. If I'm honest, it was all I could do to open my gifts and read my hand made cards with a genuine smile. Our toddlers had meltdown and attitudes like crazy all day. I took a two hours "nap" this afternoon that mostly consisted of half dozing while I dreamt of the 20 things on my mind. All day I have had to manually shift my heart and brain away from my son's biological mother who's heart is likely aching something fierce. I did a pretty crappy job 'showing up' for Mother's Day. I tried. I really did. But I just couldn't pull it together.

I am so grateful that I get to be the mom of these six crazy kids, but gosh, sometimes we have to sit back and call a spade a spade.
Motherhood is HARD. It is EXHAUSTING. And sometimes, it is just too much.

But, really, I am a thousand times more grateful that tomorrow is a new day and that children have the innate ability to love anyways. Despite my lack of enthusiasm for the day, every single one of my kids offered their prayers for me tonight, kissed me, and told me I was the best mom God ever made. Somehow these kids are able to see through my weakness and love on the greatness that they know that I can be. For that, I am grateful.

Happy Mother's Day to my own mama, my mother-in-law, my sisters-in-laws, aunts, and all of my mom friends. I have learned so much from you and am grateful that I get to walk this crazy road with you.

Offering Ourselves to the Broken

 A couple of days ago, a fellow adoptive mom and I were trading stories about how bad we are at this whole "adoptive mom" thing. It's so hard. It has the highest highs but it also has the lowest lows...that usually have NOTHING to do with you. As we laughed in release at our shortcomings, all the sudden I just blurted out, "we aren't SUPPOSED to be good at this. Foster care, adoption, these things weren't supposed to exist! Kids are intended to be with their parents. Sin caused this. We aren't supposed to be good at this!"

It kind of shocked me when it came out of my mouth because I had never thought about it like that before. But, gosh, it's so frustratingly accurate. My brokenness, your brokenness, all of the brokenness, it wasn't supposed to be. God had a much better plan.

I have continued to think about this. It has continued to frustrate, yet comfort me, all at the same time. So how are we supposed to "succeed" if we were never even intended to perform such a task?!? I see what Nick deal's with, I see what we experience, I see what his biological family endures, and it all makes me so sad because it just didn't have to be.

Yesterday morning, on a completely unrelated note, the kids and I had a sit down. I'm cracking down on quite a few things and I needed to post the warning. I explained exactly where I was tightening up and how things would be handled. I then told them my absolute favorite quote by St. Catherine of Sienna, "If you are who you should be, you will set the world ablaze!" and explained that it is my job, as their mom, to help them learn who they were CREATED to be because it is only there that they will truly know the the gifts that they were given to give to others.

And there it was. My answer. No, the brokenness of our world, in ourselves, was never intended to be but it is in knowing who we are in the One who created us that we can help carry that load and help another see that they were also intentionally, lovingly, and perfectly created and intended for greatness. The success doesn't come in fixing the brokenness, it comes in offering ourselves to it so the brokenness can see it's beauty.

Bam.

He Loves Me!

 

This little dude has put our relationship to the test for the last 4 months. By no fault of his own, his understanding of a mommy is a bit out of whack and it comes with A LOT of big emotions. That box got unlocked after a trauma response in December and we've been riding the crazy attachment ride ever since. He shifted Paul into the safe seat and put me...well, under the left wheel of the car. It's been humbling to say the least. And frustrating, very frustrating.

So, this morning, when he walked in my room at 6:03AM and asked to "lay wif mommy", you bet I scooted over and took a picture to remind myself next time I'm about to pull my hair out. I had no idea that this picture would say so much more. Thank you, Jesus, for this Holy Week gift!

#HeLovesMe #HeReallyReallyLovesMe #HeSureHasAFunnyWayOfShowingIt #AdoptionIsALotHarderThanItLooks #ButWorthIt

6 Months

 February 22, 2017.

The phone rang around 2:45pm. It was our foster agency.

"Hi Jeanne. I have a two year old boy who might be coming into care this afternoon."

The silence was deafening. I knew she was waiting for an answer but my head was spinning. This was our ninth call but for some reason it felt like the first.

I asked a few more questions to which she replied,

"Jeanne, all we know is that he is a Caucasian 2 year old boy. What do you think?"

I texted Paul as fast as I could while trying to keep her on the line. He beeped in, I popped over and said,

"Paul, she's on the other line! I need an answer! Two year old boy, nothing else. What do you think?"

"That's fine!", he said.

I was shocked. He was set on babies but for some reason he said yes. I clicked back over and said,

"Yes! We'll do it."

She said, "Okay, if he comes into care, I'll call you."

And then I waited. I had waited for many hours on previous calls so I had learned not to get pumped up or start anticipating anything. So far we were 0/8.

The phone rang at 3:45pm. I expected to hear her say, "He isn't coming into care! Thank you so much! Talk to you next time!" But she didn't say that.

She said, "Hi Jeanne. When can you get here? He is on the way to social services now."

Stupidly, I said, "Wait, WHAT!? So, he came into care?"

"Yes. His name is [Little Dude]"

"Oh, okay. Well, Paul isn't home and I have six kids at the house right now. Let me make some calls."

I proceeded to call every person I had ever met in Charlottesville, ZERO of which picked up the phone. Z-E-R-O. Panicking, I called Paul and he told me to load everybody up, including the neighbor who was playing at our house, and head for social services. He was 45 minutes out, he would meet me there and we would switch cars. Okay. I can do this. I calmly gathered the kids, sat them down and said,

"Okay, so, here's the deal. There is a 2 year old boy who needs a home, we are going to go pick him up. I need everybody to get your shoes and get in the car, please. We will talk in the car."

In true Mary-Grace fashion, she exclaimed, "A FOSTER KID! WE'RE GETTING A FOSTER KID!!!"

"Yes, Mary-Grace, get in the car!"

I quickly tried to remember what they had taught me in my classes. I gathered snacks, a sippy cup, and a book. As I did this, one by one, the kids brought me a stuffed animal, a toy car, a book, etc. Kids, they get it. Off we went.

On my way, we said a prayer for little dude, his family, and us, I answered a few more questions from the kids, went over the plan for meeting up with Paul, and some etiquette for not overwhelming the poor child when he met all five of them.

Then I called my mom. She and my dad did their best to calm me (and themselves) and wished me luck.

After finally meeting up with Paul, switching vehicles, and one carseat, I walked into social services. I had no clue what to expect. Honestly, it was an experience I will never forget. So many adults crowded around the belongings of a baby. Everybody awkwardly smiled at me. I spoke to a couple of social workers/case managers, signed a lot of paperwork, and then they said,

"Okay, that's all! Do you have any questions? He's right across the hall!"

That's when it happened. I opened the door to the playroom and there he was, our little dude, absolutely adorable, smiling, and laughing as he zoomed his cars on the table. I walked closer and squatted down.

"Hi buddy! Do you want to go play at my house?"

I put my hands out and he came right to me. That was it. We walked out. That's where our story began. It was 5:45pm and I was walking down the sidewalk holding a toddler who felt very foreign but yet he was trusting me to love and protect him for as long as necessary.

That night was full of a lot of smiles, a lot of toys, and a lot of nervous excitement. We had no idea what was to come. We had no idea what his past contained or what his future held. We just smiled, played, and decided to worry about that tomorrow.

6 months. 6 months ago, tonight. Only God knows the outcome of his story, but for now, I am ever grateful to be a mom of six.

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An Update

 While I have a few quiet minutes, (thank you Paul for taking the kids out so I could take a nap) I wanted to take a moment to answer a few questions/curiosities/concerns that I have been asked repeatedly since our little dude has joined our family.

1) How long will you have him? This is, by far, the most asked question. The answer is...I don't know. He could go to a family member tomorrow, he could be here a year, or a lifetime. Every case is different and our concern is being an awesome family for him right now.

2) Do you want to adopt him? While conversations of adoption is what led us to foster care, we did not become foster parents so we could adopt. We became foster parents because we felt the calling to be available to kids who needed a safe and loving home and family for however long as necessary. If adoption becomes an option in this or future situations, we will cross that bridge when we get to it.

3) How are YOUR kids doing? Our kids are awesome! Any new addition causes a level of chaos that can't necessarily be predicted. The excitement and eagerness to help alone made it feel like we had at least 16 kids there for a couple of weeks. Thankfully, that has settled out and we are back to only having 6 kids.

During this transition, we worked steadily to keep things as normal as possible for our kids. Our routines, school, food, etc., all stayed, within reason, pretty much the same. Obviously, all of us have had different points of struggle but good communication, compassion, and a good dose of laughter and fun have made those struggles reasonable.

At around the two week mark, we had all reached a point where we were starting to pinpoint the needs that were falling through the cracks. After some humbling conversations, we were able to make adjustments and have instituted several touch points throughout our week that our kids have us all to themselves. While it is important for our little dude to know that he is equally part of our family, we also recognize the equal importance of making sure that our children know that they continue to have our full attention. This has definitely been a challenge but as of our last family meeting, everybody was at a double thumbs up.

4) Is Paul done deploying? No. He will be heading back out this summer for 90 days. Yes, that leaves me with 6 kids. Anytime this topic gets brought up, there is this underlying current that maybe we forgot about this little (GIANT) piece of our world. But, no, I assure you, we did not. This has been, and continues to be, discussed at length and we know what it entails. As it is before any deployment, we are constantly in a state of preparation and adjustment, making sure that our world is doable without our dad and husband.

5) How can I help? Honestly, what I have learned is the most valuable help for me is having supportive friends and family, no matter if we are celebrating, struggling, or just being. Being a foster family is hard. Really hard. But hard isn't bad. Great things come from great suffering, obviously prudently discerned. Being able to lend a hand or an ear without the suggestion of quitting, celebrating the seemingly tiny victories, and recognizing how far we have come when we are able to just be are the greatest acts of love you can provide. Obviously, practical help will never be turned down.

6) And lastly, a few statements that I hear at least 5 times a week: "How do you do it?" "Ya'll are better than me! I could never do it!" "Aren't you afraid you will be heartbroken?"

I will be 100% honest, before we started this journey, every single one of those statements passed through my lips. I didn't get it and if you are asking those questions, you don't either. Let me explain.

Being a foster parent is not about us. Parenting, not matter the prefix, recognizes that all of our kids need someone to stand in front and shield them from the hostilities of the world and formation on how to be in the world but not of it. Some kids are not afforded this possibility but they are no less deserving. Those big eyes looking up at us are the driving force. They are worth the heartbreak. They DESERVE our hearts to break.

Don't get me wrong, being a foster parent isn't for everybody. But we are no different than you. Our world has been and will be rocked just like anybody else's. We have simply been lucky enough to see those eyes that make the rock worth it.

And you ask how we do it? By the grace of God, the love of friends and family, the help of

Dana Cherry

, and maybe a splash of Sailor Jerry. Now that is the honest to goodness truth.

Two Weeks

 

Two weeks. Wow, how could so much yet so little time have passed since our little dude joined our family? When I look back on the last two weeks, my heart and mind go in a million different directions. There has been pure exhaustion, belly laughter, and so much love. There has been unbelievable gains and frustrating set backs. More than anything, there has been a lot of admiration and pride for a pint size boy who makes daily strides at normalcy, despite the complete uncertainty that surrounds him.

As we hit this two week mark, our adrenaline is wearing off, the exhaustion is setting in, and the struggle to balance life has begun. If I have learned one thing in the last two weeks, it is that foster parenting and normal parenting are two VERY different things. We have literally broken almost all of our parenting rules, we have sat in complete defeat as our tried and true methods failed, and have usually ended up holding a boy who just needed someone to be patient and be there, despite the crashing that is going on around us.

Even with all of the frustrations of being completely clueless in so many ways, the incredible high of watching this little man work so hard has been nothing short of exhilarating. Little things like finding food he will eat, sleeping in his crib for more than a couple of hours, and watching him smile and laugh instead of screaming during bath time, literally keep us going. We quickly realized that these small victories play into a much bigger picture.

You know, when you raise a child from birth, you know where they came from, what they like and don't like, their preferences, fears, and comforts. I'm amazed at how much we take that for granted and call it good parenting. The reality is that we know our children really well and know how to train them based on their personalities, strengths, and weaknesses. When there is small child in front of you with no information besides his squeals of joy or displeasure, you realize that while it can be incredibly frustrating at times, the real hardship falls on him as he wades through the new world surrounding him, not to mention the trauma of being taken from his own family. It is with that realization that we march forward, day by day, sometimes minute by minute, choosing to, as Paul said it, "stand the heat so he doesn't have to be in the fire".

With that, I ask for prayers as we continue down this road. Pray for healing and comfort for our little dude, when our words or actions can't or don't soothe him. Pray for patience, understanding, and joy for Paul and I to keep moving forward as we try to find a balance between his world and ours. For continued joy and courage for our kiddos who have had a blast having a new little brother but also feel the effects of change. And lastly, for little mans family, that they find the healing that they need in this difficult situation.

Thank you for your love and support over the last couple of weeks. We feel it and appreciate it!