I am mired in foster care stress and I should take care of myself by:
1) praying
2) calling my foster mom friend
3) writing blog posts (or even non-blog journal entries) to get my thoughts out
Instead, I just wasted time on the internet and now I need to go do the dishes.
Posting this to make myself accountable to do better tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Picture
I took a picture of Crocodile to send to the caseworker just to document a bump on his head he got at daycare.
He looked up at me and grinned from ear to ear. I looked back at it, and it is just perfect. It captures his energy, his joy, his little heart full of love. It is classic 3-year-old boy, and yet totally uniquely him at the same time. I want to share it with the world. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want to scream that this is my kid.
And I want to hide from the world when I think of goodbye.
It will probably be the cover of his book when he leaves.
Sometimes when the pictures are so good, they immediately hurt.
He looked up at me and grinned from ear to ear. I looked back at it, and it is just perfect. It captures his energy, his joy, his little heart full of love. It is classic 3-year-old boy, and yet totally uniquely him at the same time. I want to share it with the world. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want to scream that this is my kid.
And I want to hide from the world when I think of goodbye.
It will probably be the cover of his book when he leaves.
Sometimes when the pictures are so good, they immediately hurt.
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