There comes a time and a place when you stop and think what am I doing? Am I doing what I am supposed to be doing? Then something happens which is a small reminder of why you are right where you should be.
Today and for the matter this week, it has been the laughter that I hear when the walls echo in our home throughout the day, it is the tight squeeze of my daughter caused by her anxiety reminding me not to let go, it is the words "love you mommy" repeatedly through the echolalia of my autistic son, it one seizure free day by my daughter, it is one day without one pull of hair for my son, it is one day that a transition from my son that did not turn into a meltdown, it is validation by my daughter in her quaint smile that she found comfort knowing she will make it in this harsh big world.
Each of these one things, separate, priceless all maybe small. Nonetheless, combined each thing becomes something truly large in my world.
I recently had a discussion with someone regarding motherhood. I started out saying motherhood was not the path I saw myself. I truly did not want to be a stay at home mother. I wanted to work outside the home. For anyone reading this, there are many people out there that truly do not understand what a stay at home mother does. I was that mother until I became one (a stay-at-home mother). Yes, I was a mother but a working mother (outside the home). You truly do not know the full demand of motherhood until you are home (all the time).
I stated in my conversation that GOD had another plan for me; many years ago. He was knocking on my door a couple of times. Making my path of motherhood and a wife; a long walk. Now I look back to those many years ago and see that my path is the right though with many twist and turns and one not to be walked alone. I have been blessed with many gifts throughout my life. I also must say GOD has an awesome way of putting your life into perspective when you trust as well as putting someone in your life when you least expect as well as taking someone out of your life when he knows it is the BEST!
I have come to trust in him, though may not always understand. Validating my belief; there is a reason for everything. Everyone and everything that crosses my path, your path of life reflecting that there is a reason for it. Whether good or bad, big or small, just need to trust the reason why even if you are not sure of what it is. All is always revealed in time....to this statement is what makes Life Exciting!!!!
Be your Best at all Times or at least give 110%! With that said, I do still doubt myself on what I am doing. Doubting not of how I am doing but how I can do better? With every day that passes, where trying to maintain my own health, manage my CRPS/RSD, be a great wife and be a great mother, not great but FABOULOUS! I always want to do more but sometimes limited because of my own disability. I do feel GOD has an interesting way of telling me to stop and smell the roses. Basically stop and see what is right and front me and cherish what I have! To never forget He is walking right along side of me and with My Mother of course.
I may have to do things different and things may not always get finished as they are supposed to but tomorrow is another day. If that meant that I was able to take ten more minutes with the little's, ten more minutes to have to figure out teenage issues or ten more minutes spent with my young adult who is still learning but acts like she is thirty, I will take every minute in a heartbeat. Always remember yesterday is a memory, today is right now in the moment and tomorrow is mere hope...GOD BLESS
“When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.”
― Paulo Coelho
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Normal or Chaos
I recently came across on social media about another special needs mother expressing how she did not have the ideal situation of a "normal" life with her children. It reminded me of my children especially my son who is autistic (one of three). He has a ritual a couple of times a week to destroy his sisters' room if left unattended for a minute. Usually will happen when the bathroom is calling and most of the toys are stuff animals...I have learned. He loves to hear things crash though he hates loud piercing noises but breaking noises is a much different story. So, I had to stop and think about her words. I really thought about it for most of the day. I thought about commenting but I refrained as I really did not know what to say. Bringing the question does anyone have a "NORMAL LIFE"?
I say this wholeheartedly as I look back prior to fostering and/or adopting when my husband and I had only our homegrown children. When we had one child. We thought life was great at times then the end of the world at others then baby number two came and more stuff to pack, a bigger car, more accessories and more expenses. Do not get me wrong we were happy, a boy and a girl and a dog; our perfect little family, right? Yes but No, chaos was always lurking around the corner.
Then baby number three came, odd number! Oh, he was loved and looked after liked no other but as I have always said take one out of the mix or add one in to make the number even, somehow the chaos seems to always change.
With great jobs, three awesome children while learning the aspects of Asperger's with our third child, a beautiful home; a monkey wrench was thrown into our mix then while throwing the wrench back we wanted to give back by way of fostering. While we were on that path we were blessed through adoption.
Now with a large family, I will admit, we do make changes in the way we do things. The way we eat out, the way we vacation (long weekend stays), the way we grocery shop, how we schedule things and more so since we have special needs children but nevertheless every child needs structure special needs or not.
Leading back to my original question, does anyone have a "normal life"? Well, my theory is everyone's household has a degree of normalcy and a degree of chaos. Whether one child or eight, yes eight. Our household has grown by one in the past couple of weeks. This change has required changes in schedules, which having Autistic children has been transitions that we have done in baby steps. Interesting making things work but that has not gone without being organized and task orientated as that keeps things all in perspective. However, when things do go astray I just need to remember to stay calm. More excitement more the fire fuels!
When all the dust settles, I do take a time out, so remember this for yourself...go with your girlfriend or even by yourself, you deserve it....nothing like having pretty nails and toes or just Grab a Coffee, even five minutes of revitalization will do wonders!!! Then do not forget Date Night with your Spouse or Significant Other, this little aspect tends to go unnoticed a lot but so very important! Last but not least do not forget some of your favorite treats...like mine, Black and Red Licorice, Gummy Bears and Frozen Hershey Bars!
Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.”
― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
GOD BLESS. Until Next Time...Make It A Great Day!
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I Am That Mom
This one is for all the Mom's, Dad's, Grammy's, Grandpa's, Guardian's, Caregiver's, Etc. who go and go....YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!
I find myself wanting to sit at the computer with nothing really to say but with everything to say! The question remains; Where do I begin?
My mind is on complete overload. I find myself thinking is this how my little's feel when they are so completely overstimulated that they cannot calm down without help? Help of weighted blankets, toys or vests. Better yet without further help from the OT services they receive or just plain pressure massages, brushing of their skin, rocking back and forth or being held tightly wrapped in a blanket.
Today, I am in complete awe, as I find it so very interesting that their bodies endure this without the true ability to express verbally their needs. Though, here I am a grown adult experiencing much of the same. Is it my OCD? Is it my nervous system in disarray from my RSD/CRPS or is it just life while having one of those days? Whatever today maybe, it is an off day with little productivity. Maybe somewhat needed under it all. I could think of it as a sign saying slow down, take a moment for yourself. Wait a minute, What? Take a moment, too much to do. Will my husband get it? Can appointments wait until tomorrow to be made? Did anything forget to get done that was pressing? Laundry but laundry is everyday in our household and truly not my favorite thing in the world if you know what I mean.....well, thank goodness for my AWESOME calendar and everything is all good in all areas!!!!
No really, I, myself, have walked back and forth from the kitchen to my office area many times today, very anxious in thinking I would like to take the time to write but not really wanting to sit with the reality of not really have the time. My mind racing about everything I could being doing versus what I should be doing. Again, in other words not very productive. As, I called today an off day but surely I am allowed because for most day, I am on point truly over productive most days. Where I can say I am "That Mom"....
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I find myself wanting to sit at the computer with nothing really to say but with everything to say! The question remains; Where do I begin?
My mind is on complete overload. I find myself thinking is this how my little's feel when they are so completely overstimulated that they cannot calm down without help? Help of weighted blankets, toys or vests. Better yet without further help from the OT services they receive or just plain pressure massages, brushing of their skin, rocking back and forth or being held tightly wrapped in a blanket.
Today, I am in complete awe, as I find it so very interesting that their bodies endure this without the true ability to express verbally their needs. Though, here I am a grown adult experiencing much of the same. Is it my OCD? Is it my nervous system in disarray from my RSD/CRPS or is it just life while having one of those days? Whatever today maybe, it is an off day with little productivity. Maybe somewhat needed under it all. I could think of it as a sign saying slow down, take a moment for yourself. Wait a minute, What? Take a moment, too much to do. Will my husband get it? Can appointments wait until tomorrow to be made? Did anything forget to get done that was pressing? Laundry but laundry is everyday in our household and truly not my favorite thing in the world if you know what I mean.....well, thank goodness for my AWESOME calendar and everything is all good in all areas!!!!
No really, I, myself, have walked back and forth from the kitchen to my office area many times today, very anxious in thinking I would like to take the time to write but not really wanting to sit with the reality of not really have the time. My mind racing about everything I could being doing versus what I should be doing. Again, in other words not very productive. As, I called today an off day but surely I am allowed because for most day, I am on point truly over productive most days. Where I can say I am "That Mom"....
I am truly "That Mom" because of My Mother who taught me everything about being a Mom. I know there is so much more than just the above picture of being a Mom but I never quit so if today was an off day for me then I am okay with that. Having an off day every now and again is okay when every other day I am going at one hundred fifty percent or more.
There has to be a balance somewhere, right?
Though I know that my own Mother is not with me here, I know she is with me in spirit and for that I am truly blessed and grateful.
I Love You, Mom!
"Just because you give birth to a child doesn't make you a mother! Being a mother means taking care of your kids, cuddling, watching them grow, watching them play and argue, being there for the good and the bad, and most importantly showing them your unconditional love every second of EVERYDAY!" - Unknown Author
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Celebrating Mother's Day our Way
Happy Mother's Day to all Mommy's across the world! Whether your child is homegrown, by way of adoption, relative placement or you are fostering, today is your celebration. This one day. Though, I believe for this mere moment it maybe should be more than one day but I will take today....Mothers you ROCK!
Today, I celebrate my day with all my kiddos except for one and without my mother who I lost a little over a year ago (who I miss both of them terribly and not a minute goes by that I do not think of them). We did things different today, we left our comfort zone and took the kids to breakfast and a movie. We were going to try the new Civil War - Captain America movie but settled for Jungle Book. The little's except one lasted all but the last thirty minutes. I am proud of them, I am proud of my husband too. He ventured in uncharted territory and survived with all of us. This is why I Love him.
When my hubby and I were blessed to be parents three times then decided to foster; we were blessed by way of adoption, four times over. This is why I never forget our children's birth parents as we are forever grateful. Though their choices at the time may not have been all right or in the best interest, our children came into our home and now we have a huge extended family. We are truly blessed. For those reasons, we remain in contact.
As I share in the laughter, smiles, memories made today, I know that my Mother is with me and us. I know that she is sharing right a long. She is right here in comments made, in all the Little's laughter and play, in my oldest daughters smile, in the jokes by my teenage son or the hummingbird that comes to the window. My Mother never missed anything here on Earth and in Heaven she is our Guardian Angel! Happy Mother's Day Mom! Love you always. GOD BLESS
WISHING YOU ALL THE HAPPIEST MOTHER'S DAY!
No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star. ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin
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A Field Trip Adventure
Our schedules here in our family keeps us coming and going. Someone always has something to do. Yes, I will say there are not enough hours in the day but I manage to complete most everything. The Gift of Time is something we can never get back and the one gift in life that is so valuable. Over the years, I have wasted time frivolously but in the uphill ride along with many years of growth, I have come to figure out my own obsessions, my own compulsive way of doing things. Basically to let things slide. Not to stress when something may not get done, fret over a situation beyond my control or when a little is having a meltdown. There is plenty of other things to worry about about or for the matter laugh about. Do not get me wrong, I still have anxiety or worry when we are out in public but it is my worry and my own issue that sometimes needs to be put in check. Living in a society when children or teenagers have situations especially in public, one would rather judge on the scenario then truly know why or what is happening. This is where my anxiety is directed.
Leading to our last week of field trips, well first let me define what field trips mean in our home:
Field Trip - Any outing of any kind with the family, friends, one or all little's or just mom or dad. Hence this could be going to the post office, grocery store, amusement park, friends house, city park, a walk around the block and/or eating out.
Get this gist!!!
Being my organized, compulsive self, I pretty much know how much time I have before the over-stimulation hits the all time high or the signs for we need to get home, set in. Therefore in our last week adventures, I took all the little's on field trips. One of many landing us at the grocery store. After ten minutes of scoping the parking for a large shopping cart, buckling everyone in and laying some minor ground rules, we set off into the store, singing twinkle twinkle little star. Yes, we sing a lot in public, we do other redirection antics but this day we sang over and over while our shopping cart filled up. The store field trip was going great, had a few comments of how great the children were doing, comments on the little's singing and some other comments of how much my hands must be full. Not much phases me, I have heard most everything when I have all the children (big and little). I always smile and comment back, with a smile and a little comment of my plate is a platter and how blessed we are.
With all that, we were on a mission. Groceries for home and to leave the store as the same way we came in. Quietly singing. Well, towards the end, the signs started coming. I knew if I did not cut my time and finish there was a possibility of some kind of something that could happen with one of them or that matter all of them. So, we played a game of I-Spy, finished the shopping in record time and all seemed to be laughing, talking, singing and I for that matter was enjoying the moments with my children.
The last leg, we hit the check out line and it just took one small trigger of a patron making a comment and touching my little's curly hair. For one to be so bold but a small invasion of personal space was it. The meltdown started, after double checking nobody was hurt, I continued with checking out while not engaging in the meltdown but that did not stop other patrons looking our way, commenting on the crying or the usage of repetitive words. A couple of people even left our line and not because it was not moving, they left because of the active meltdown of my little. Though I am use to it, I still respect others around me. There have been times I have left the store and all our groceries because truly what is important is the well-being of my children. However, I will not give in to the meltdown either as that teaches my children nothing. As we proceeded to finish, the cashier commented about my little crying and how tired he must be, I quickly commented back, he is Autistic. She quickly along with the one of the patrons who left our line and the person behind us; all changed their tune. They no longer saw my little as child who was crying or speaking over and over because he may of not gotten what he wanted, they all made comments that ranged from...wow, he really is doing great with the grocery shopping, do you need help or anything I can do. I politely said we are good, I thanked them for their offerings but it was hard. With the comments made and the looks I received only mere minutes early, I needed help now because of one word, people judge without knowing anything.
None of this surprises me, I even have these awesome cards given to me but only had one left, I would have handed each person a card as it talks about having an autistic child. I have to admit the cards come in handy. As handy as the cards are, I feel sorry for people who are uneducated of special needs. Those who think everyone fits into a box. I do not expect everyone to know about Autism, Epilepsy or Sensory Processing Disorder, but I guess I do expect people to be aware that not all people fit into one area of life. We, my family, live in and out of the lines of our boxes. Our box is not perfect and many times we cannot even stay contained. My frustration lies when people make assumptions. I should have never had made an explanation but then again I should have never received the eye rolls, heard the comments regarding the crying and the stares but this experience is quite normal until, if any, an explanation is stated. We need to remember that we do not walk in someone else shoes, we have our own pair, those who choose to judge may not want to be judge themselves. Sometimes that is a hard lesson. In all of it, we all need to be kind, smile and most of all be positive of circumstances, things may not always appear as they are. GOD BLESS
“The most interesting people you’ll find are ones that don’t fit into
your average cardboard box. They’ll make what they need, they’ll make
their own boxes,” Dr. Temple Grandin
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What is Your Wake Up Call?
Even before I had my accident, I vowed to live each day to the fullest; meaning laugh, love and live like tomorrow may not come. Even then I did not do well with drama and did my best to stay clear of it. Eating came to eating pretty much what I wanted and that meant if craving a western bacon cheeseburger at 7:00am then that's what it meant or eating donuts throughout the day when Friday doughnut run came for the office. My downfall was working a lot and really never spending true quality time with my family. I do feel my accident was a wake up call for my life. A 360 degree turn.
Somethings have truly changed but some not so much. I love sweets, still to this day! I eat my share of gummy bears, black and red licorice, Hershey chocolate bars and drink plenty of Pepsi soda, oh and the occasional venti mocha frappuccino or seven pump grande mocha from Starbucks. I said then and I still say now, nobody cares what you will look like when you will be six feet under; therefore, why should you care what people think of you now. I do understand maintaining your health but there has to be a balance of healthy and happy. I am pretty sure counting calories and missing out on what you truly love is not happiness. I am not underweight nor I am overweight but I am happy with where I am. I do believe you have to balance all aspects of your life. Add in a disability and you are on a whole other plane but truly there has to be a balance of mind, body and spirit.

My friend's father eats bacon on top of bacon, butter on top of butter, fat on top of fat, never and I mean never exercised, was out in the sun burnt to a crisp every summer, he basically took the approach to live life to his fullest and not as others suggest. He is 81 and the doctors says his health is that of a young person.
People you cannot hide from your poison. It's out there and it will find you so in the words of my friend's still living mother: " if I would have known my life would end this way I would have lived it more to the fullest enjoying everything I was told not to!"
None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an after thought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else." If you send me anything, just make it cute and cuddly. It's been a rough week. Stupid cancer killing all the good 69 year olds.
Basically coming across that post, validated what I believe, what I feel, what I smile, what I laugh, what I cry and the family that I have been blessed with, it is so right on, words expressed before and after my accident. I know my accident put my life on a path that I never dreamed I would be on. I say this all the time. A life I never would take back nor look back, one I am so very thankful. Yes, I would I rather not have CRPS/RSD but my disability over all the pain has brought so much more to my family and myself. We cannot out eat, out run or out glamorize ourselves because in the end; we are end up all in the same place...
in the ground or in ashes.
There everyone is ALL the SAME.
If All Else, Be Happy for YOU, Not For Someone Else!
in the ground or in ashes.
There everyone is ALL the SAME.
If All Else, Be Happy for YOU, Not For Someone Else!
GOD BLESS
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We are All In Everyday but Yes Awareness is Key
April is Autism Awareness Month which we here in our family support tremendously as we have three on the spectrum but we also support the awareness months for Epilepsy, Cancer and any other month that includes special needs. However, I am writing as I find myself having a hard time with all the articles that have been coming across my social media new feeds that are written about what makes the families in need or what happened to them during these specific months of awareness.
I guess what I am trying to say is, our household does not change when the awareness month ends, my child or children's life does not change when the month changes the date to the first of the next month. So is thirty days of awareness for any special needs really fair? If I am sounding bitter, my apologies but if someone does not share in the autism diagnosis and they truly want to be educated in the subject they do not need an awareness month find the means. They do not need to wear a certain color on a certain designated day. They just need to learn, to research, to ask questions and they will find themselves wanting to know more.
Sadly, I have found that in my dealings with people who do not have a special needs child, most do not want to know more than they have too. This is not true for all but unless someone has to know the in's and out's of situation or the specifics; the information becomes too cumbersome. I wish I was wrong about that statement but I have not been proven wrong yet in thirteen years.
When our third child received his diagnosis of Autism thirteen years ago, I went into what I call stealth mode (researcher gone wild). I did not even know what the true meaning of autism was nor what really existed for autism. I felt like I was thrown in front of a pack of wolves running for my life while protecting my child. Now, fast-forward to the present, there is so much more available in terms of therapy, intervention, services, assistances, etc. and then some. However, I am still learning, growing and now having three children on the spectrum who all have different degrees of needs, I continue to advocate, ensure services are maintained, therapies of many are continued all the while we all grow on a daily basis working together (some good days and some not so good days). It takes a lot in ways of research, reading, asking questions, sometimes not taking no for an answer and many countless hours of trying to find the right resource. Basically, I am just saying I did not wait for some awareness month. I do understand there is more to the awareness month than just the bells and whistles; it is about raising for the cause. I just believe it should be an every day awareness for us just as my disability is for me. Whereas I do not change during CRPS awareness month and make different choices or wear a designated color. My disability is 365 days a year, I support it 24/7 just as I support my children's needs the same. I stress our awareness is daily when we laugh, cry, giggle, disagree and support one another, it is every minute, every day!
With Autism having the numbers and statistics as follows, does an awareness month have any justice only being thirty days? My belief the below numbers should be represented more than one awareness month!!!
Autism Occurs (as follows) http://www.tacanow.org/family-resources/latest-autism-statistics-2/
- New Prevalence Numbers for 2014: 1 in 45 US Children have Autism. November 13, 2015
- Revised Estimates of the Cost of the Autism Epidemic (July 2015)
- New Rate of Autism 1 in 68 (March 2014)
- The complete CDC report “Prevalence of Autism Spectrum Disorder Among Children Aged 8 Years — Autism and Developmental Disabilities Monitoring Network, 11 Sites, United States, 2010” dated March 28, 2014
- New Parent survey shows autism affects 1 in every 50 U.S. children. Will this new number be used by the CDC? (March 2013)
- Pediatrics Reports— One in 91 Children in the United States Has Autism (October 2009)
- CDC: One in 110 American Children has Autism (December 2009)
- AUTISM OCCURRENCE: One in every 68 children in the US has autism (read CDC March 2014 Study). It is estimated that almost 2 million individuals in the U.S. has autism. (Note: This number and the following statistics below do NOT include: PDD, Asperger’s and other spectrum disorders.) These statistics are endorsed by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), American Academy of Pediatrics, and other federal agencies.
“What does it mean to be an advocate? In its broadest sense, advocacy means “any public action to support and recommend a cause, policy or practice.” That covers a lot of public actions, from displaying a bumper sticker to sounding off with a bullhorn. But whether the action is slapping something on the back of a car or speaking in front of millions, every act of advocacy involves making some kind of public statement, one that says, “I support this.” Advocacy is a communicative act. Advocacy is also a persuasive act. “I support this” is usually followed by another statement (sometimes only implied): “...and you should, too.” Advocacy not only means endorsing a cause or idea, but recommending, promoting, defending, or arguing for it.”
― John Capecci and Timothy Cage, Living Proof: Telling Your Story to Make a Difference
In the short of it...
REMEMBER, YOU ARE YOUR CHILD'S BEST ADVOCATE
GOD BLESS
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Special Happy Birthday to My Mother, Angel in Heaven
One year ago, we celebrated my Mothers Birthday for the last time while she was here with all of us.
She was BEAUTIFUL!
That day was an Awesome Celebration and a Goodbye. So many friends and family came by to say Hello, Goodbye and Smile that one last time. She kept smiling no matter what though, nobody knew that five minutes prior to the first guest arriving she just had bout sickness and was not able to keep much down. That was My Mother, our Mother, A Grammy, A Friend, A Sister, always smiling, never wanting to burden anyone and definitely if a party of any kind had been planned and was happening she was the BEST Hostess.
She was a fighter of Cancer and lost that battle thirty days later from her last celebration and that BEAUTIFUL smile she ALWAYS shared for eighty one years went to Heaven.
Today, Her Birthday we celebrated a little different. Yes, she is dancing and singing with the Angels looking down with that BEAUTIFUL Smile but a Birthday is a Birthday. Here is to you Mom!
Today with my sisters, we all shared something as we honored her with something My Mother would have done. A day to remember with More Memories and Honor then David and I and the kids all spent dinner with My Father and she was with us in Spirit. I could not help but feel her telling me, did you season enough as I made homemade Meatballs and Gravy with Mashed Potatoes and Green Beans? Something she always made for Everyone....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM,
I Love You, We Love You,
I Miss you Every Moment, Every Day!
Knowing you are with ALL of US and watching over US!
Cherish the Moments you Have, Remember That Time Does Not Last Forever,
Do not Live in the Past, Live for Today as Tomorrow is Not Promised...
Love, Laugh and Smile Always!
GOD BLESS
Cherish the Moments you Have, Remember That Time Does Not Last Forever,
Do not Live in the Past, Live for Today as Tomorrow is Not Promised...
Love, Laugh and Smile Always!
GOD BLESS
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Too Much Love, Nuture and Services Leads to A Break of Fostering
Never a dull moment here in our household. Bringing me to my point where I thought or we thought the reason we would stop fostering children within the Department of Social Services would not be from too much love, from advocating as if they were our own or better yet because we recently were called an exception to the rule. However, here we stand approximately seven months exactly to the day when I first received a telephone call where I was told our home would be needing a "mandatory break".
Did I hear the words right? Break!
When I asked why, I was given weird reasoning of rules that did not exist, somewhat knowing the policy plus further researching after the telephone call, I immediately asked for it in writing where later social services came back a week later during a sit down meeting and stated they were wrong and misread the policy. However, in the same breath I was being told that with the children (homegrown, adopted and foster) in our home, they felt my hands were full and would not place any future placements at that time. This being from people who have never spent a day in our home, come on a park outing, come out to dinner, spent any time in our home, watched our schedule, sat down for a moment to see us in action but only going by what and at the time I did not know. So giving to their benefit, PAPER!
Just a little background of us...anyone who knows us, really know us, knows that we are always busy, whether we have three children or seven children. Though disabled, I am organized, I volunteer and I NEVER take on anything I cannot handle. I know my limits, I always have. My husband and I balance one another and it works. Several years after my accident, we had a path and a calling. The direction was foster care. Our opportunity to see blessings and gifts from a completely different perspective, to give back and maybe make a difference. Even if a small one it was something.
In the years of fostering, we have never had an allegation of any kind (knock on wood), we have followed all of the rules set-forth by the State and our County, we like to lay low, do not ask for favors, do not have any special relationship with County Social Workers, Management, Supervisors, etc. and in all the years we have been fostering always seem to keep a full home. We have taken each placement whether for an hour or a year shown them each love, cared for them, kept them safe and treated them as our own but that all changed seven months ago. The reason given - "We Feel Your Hands are Full"
To this day, we cannot tell you truly what changed as we really do not know. We can make assumptions and speculate but honestly we are reminded how much power social services has over our home. We knew the moment going into foster care our life, home, day to day dealings would be an open book but out of all of this the reassurance social services has given us is that the standards between each foster home is different. Case and point, there are several homes that have very similar situations to ours; children, services, caregivers etc. Though, for some reason our home is being flagged. At the time of our first meeting those several months ago, I offered to have our caregiver come more days per week from two and half days a week to five days a week. Quickly told it would not matter as the remark was then who was watching the children, I agreed. Does this not happen with the foster families who already have caregivers or what about the families who work full time and children go to a day care or preschool? What makes them so different?
So, we have complied with the "mandatory break" with a discussed timeline of three to six months to further reevaluate. On my request. Just recently, I met again with social services to reevaluate our situation. Knowing things have changed in our home plus going past the six month mark. Somewhat hopeful to get some reassurance that there might be a change but still, the same answer, "we feel your hands are still full and would not be ethically and morally right placing another child at this time". What if something were to go wrong? This question is a question that can be asked on any foster home at any time? If social services is asking that question then I believe social services needs to do some reevaluating of some current foster homes. As there are several homes that have one more infant, toddler, child like our situation and those home are not being placed on a "mandatory break". What made our home so special? Oh, let's just say seven months ago our home received attention two ways, I personally asked to be taken off adoption list which our home should have not been on in the first place and the other way, our girls biological parents had another baby and was directed by a County Worker on how to report it, let's just say that did not work out so well. I do not believe in coincidences but interesting on the timing of everything.
Honestly, I do not know what to think, I was recently told that social services tracks emergency 911 calls, so if that is the case, careful about being a Good Samaritan because that is a count against you, if that statement is a fact. We do know if our home will never get off this "mandatory break" no timeline has been given, no parameters of what they are looking for to change, nothing in writing nor can give anything in writing as we have not done anything to warrant a write-up but here is the power of a governmental office. I stated seven months ago to a higher up within social services, if for some reason our home would be let off the "mandatory break" I felt somewhere there would still be limits in placing. Here I am, right as ever, though I was reassured that would not happen, our home will NEVER be able to meet the County's expectations especially hard when no timeline to re-evaluate and nothing to compare.
With this all said, it was expressed that we should be happy with the children in our home. Yes, we are happy and blessed beyond anyone can image for the children that we have been able to give birth to, to foster and the children that we have been able to foster then adopt but when we started almost seven years ago, we wanted to strictly foster, our gifts of adopting have been icing on the cake, no one ever expressed hey, if you adopt you may find yourself banned from fostering somewhere down the road. It was asked if we would have changed our minds of adoption. NO, saying this with full conviction as our plan has been set, things happen for reasons, the children placed in our home all for reasons. We love ALL of our children, but we were asked to change our home from foster to adopt at the very beginning and WE BOTH SAID NO! That is how passionate we are about FOSTERING!
This "mandatory break" may be a point in our life on our roller coaster that we just do not know where it is supposed to lead but what is troubling is the reasoning behind it and how it is being handled. Understanding that all things in life are not fair and some things may not be for one as they are for another but if we are expected to follow rules, the expectation is the same from our peers and the people we work with; then again we must be reminded that perception is not always reality but it is a fine line and we cannot control what others perceptions are as it is their reality.
Here is to our Mandatory Break! GOD BLESS!
To all Foster and Adoptive Parents Everywhere....
A Shout Out to You! Keep Smiling and Keep you Head Held High! You All Are AMAZING!!!!
"God does not call the equipped. Rather, He equips the called. When hearing the comment "Boy you have your hands full" I always answer "No, just very blessed". Withay - Adoption.com
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Extraordinary Blessing and Opportunity Made Possible with a Choice of Organ Donation

Mother Hears Son’s Donated Heart Beating Inside Girl, 4, Who Received Transplant -
Article Credit: KTLA - Posted January 30, 2016 website http://ktla.com/2016/01/30/mother-hears-sons-donated-heart-beating-inside-girl-who-received-transplant/
Heather Clark was given the extraordinary opportunity to listen to her son's heartbeat for the first time in nearly three years -- by placing a stethoscope against the chest of a young transplant recipient. Heather Clark faced an unthinkable tragedy in 2013 when she lost her 7-month-old son, Lukas. She chose to donate his organs and saved the lives of three children, including 4-year-old Jordan Drake.
In November, Clark made contact with Jordan's family. She wrote about it on Facebook:
"I would like to share something with all the amazing Lukas supporters. Today I have been in contact with a beautiful family. This beauty (Jordan) is the girl who has Lukas heart beating in her. One day I will meet her and squeeze her so tightly! Thank you to her mom and dad who allow me to be a part of their lives. This is the best Christmas present I could have asked for."
On Friday, Clark was given the opportunity to meet Jordan at Phoenix Children's Hospital and listen to her son's heartbeat for the first time in three years.
Clark wrote: "One week from today I will be listening to Lukas' heartbeat once again. I will be holding Jordan in my arms showering her with love and kisses!"
Jordan's mother, Esther Gonzalez, was anxious about meeting Clark for the first time.
"I'm not going to say anything. I'm just going to hug her. I think I have run out of words at this point,” Gonzalez said, moments before the encounter. “Hugging ... I don't have anything else to say.”
Heather Clark's son, Lukas, is seen in a photo provided by Donate Life Arizona.
Donate Life Arizona shared photos of the emotional meeting on Facebook. The group also captured the reunion on video.
"Amid the unthinkable grief of losing her son Lukas, Heather made a decision that saved three lives,” the nonprofit said in a statement. “Jordan received Lukas' precious heart when she was just 18 months old. Yesterday, Heather heard her son's heartbeat for the first time in nearly three years.”
Dr. John Nigro of Phoenix Children’s Hospital, who recovered Lukas’ heart and performed Jordan’s heart transplant, also attended the get-together. "Blessings to Heather Clark & Family and Jordan Drake & Family"
GOD BLESS
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A Glimpse of Foster Care and Adoption - Today is Thursday, Right?
This is A Reality of Our World of Foster Care and Adoptions -
Post Credit to Alaina Beth Young Haerbig - January 28, 2016 1:28am
"To the person who doesn't understand the significance of today:
You're a lot like me. I mean, it's just a Thursday, right? Except it's not. It's an anniversary.
Six months ago, my world changed completely when the phone rang, then a little one arrived, cute as the dickens. I understood my work was cut out for me when I said, "Come here, cutie, and let me change your diaper," and he replied casually, "Get out my face, MoFo!" as he walked away.
It is a wonderful anniversary of that day- a reminder of how far we've come when he says, "Momma, wanna see? Wookit dat biiig poopie I did inna potty for you!" Yes, I will gladly accept that anniversary present, little one. You have gotten so much more than your mouth under control in these six months. It may be a normal Thursday, but we will celebrate this day of little victories together.
But not all that this day marks is worthy of celebration. Today, a pastor and his wife will kiss their little one just once more, and do their best to smile and wave as a social worker takes her from the only home she has ever known, to be reunified with a near stranger who loves her but is ill equipped to parent.
They will pack a brand new box of Dora band aids- her favorite- because they know that she will literally chew the skin from her fingers in an attempt to control the terror she experiences at the hand of her older brother. (You know, the one who watches her when a John is visiting.) They have pictures. I've seen them- Blood in rivulets running down the little palm to her wrist. Because she is scared, and her one momma won't protect her, and the other momma now can't.
This date will be an anniversary for the rest of their lives, the pastor's and his wife's. They will never forget, and they will never be able to tell this precious one whom they love that they didn't want to let her go. They understand that she will think they abandoned her, and this normal Thursday will forever bear that extra sting for them. And no one will bring them a meal, or a sympathy card. "You knew this was what would happen," they will say, "I told you not to get attached."
But that's nothing compared to what this day is for another mom.
Today is one year since her son's murder. Returned to his first family, he was dead three days later, tortured for those three days at the hands of the woman who birthed him. His foster mom planned and paid for his funeral and the stone to bear witness to his short life, and still had to fight to get his surviving twin back into her care.
I can't understand how she functions, and no one is bringing her a casserole because today will be hard.
It's not a normal Thursday.
Another friend finally gets to post a picture of her son, because after years of fostering him, today he will be adopted and hers forever. She will celebrate today because HE became a part of WE. And she will mourn today because she understands that HE lost part of tHEy- the family to whom he was born and should have never had to leave. She will feel torn for rejoicing because she understands the magnitude of his missing history, and she will celebrate this Thursday with a schizophrenic split between joy and grief for this precious boy she now claims forever. She might get a card, but she didn't get a baby shower. And when he acts out because of his early trauma, even her family will say, "you asked for this. Why are you complaining?"
I'm not making this up. This is today, January 28. These are people in my sorority, an unlikely fellowship forged with rabid republicans and doting democrats, straights and gays, Christians and atheists. These are people I might never even have liked in my previously normal world...
Yet they are the ones with whom I will celebrate my poopie present. They are the ones with whom I will cry over a child I have never met as she goes (away from) home. They are those with whom I will grieve for a boy who will never be a man, and the ones with whom I will rejoice over an orphan who became a son.
Today is not a normal Thursday. They understand.
And I hope, if you read this, that maybe you do, too.
If you know a foster family- take them a casserole, or share this with them so they know that today is no longer a normal Thursday for you, either.
It's an anniversary."
GOD BLESS
“I believe the best service to the child is the service closest to the child, and children who are victims of neglect, abuse, or abandonment must not also be victims of bureaucracy. They deserve our devoted attention, not our divided attention.” - Kenny Guinn
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Post Credit to Alaina Beth Young Haerbig - January 28, 2016 1:28am
"To the person who doesn't understand the significance of today:
You're a lot like me. I mean, it's just a Thursday, right? Except it's not. It's an anniversary.
Six months ago, my world changed completely when the phone rang, then a little one arrived, cute as the dickens. I understood my work was cut out for me when I said, "Come here, cutie, and let me change your diaper," and he replied casually, "Get out my face, MoFo!" as he walked away.
It is a wonderful anniversary of that day- a reminder of how far we've come when he says, "Momma, wanna see? Wookit dat biiig poopie I did inna potty for you!" Yes, I will gladly accept that anniversary present, little one. You have gotten so much more than your mouth under control in these six months. It may be a normal Thursday, but we will celebrate this day of little victories together.
But not all that this day marks is worthy of celebration. Today, a pastor and his wife will kiss their little one just once more, and do their best to smile and wave as a social worker takes her from the only home she has ever known, to be reunified with a near stranger who loves her but is ill equipped to parent.
They will pack a brand new box of Dora band aids- her favorite- because they know that she will literally chew the skin from her fingers in an attempt to control the terror she experiences at the hand of her older brother. (You know, the one who watches her when a John is visiting.) They have pictures. I've seen them- Blood in rivulets running down the little palm to her wrist. Because she is scared, and her one momma won't protect her, and the other momma now can't.
This date will be an anniversary for the rest of their lives, the pastor's and his wife's. They will never forget, and they will never be able to tell this precious one whom they love that they didn't want to let her go. They understand that she will think they abandoned her, and this normal Thursday will forever bear that extra sting for them. And no one will bring them a meal, or a sympathy card. "You knew this was what would happen," they will say, "I told you not to get attached."
But that's nothing compared to what this day is for another mom.
Today is one year since her son's murder. Returned to his first family, he was dead three days later, tortured for those three days at the hands of the woman who birthed him. His foster mom planned and paid for his funeral and the stone to bear witness to his short life, and still had to fight to get his surviving twin back into her care.
I can't understand how she functions, and no one is bringing her a casserole because today will be hard.
It's not a normal Thursday.
Another friend finally gets to post a picture of her son, because after years of fostering him, today he will be adopted and hers forever. She will celebrate today because HE became a part of WE. And she will mourn today because she understands that HE lost part of tHEy- the family to whom he was born and should have never had to leave. She will feel torn for rejoicing because she understands the magnitude of his missing history, and she will celebrate this Thursday with a schizophrenic split between joy and grief for this precious boy she now claims forever. She might get a card, but she didn't get a baby shower. And when he acts out because of his early trauma, even her family will say, "you asked for this. Why are you complaining?"
I'm not making this up. This is today, January 28. These are people in my sorority, an unlikely fellowship forged with rabid republicans and doting democrats, straights and gays, Christians and atheists. These are people I might never even have liked in my previously normal world...
Yet they are the ones with whom I will celebrate my poopie present. They are the ones with whom I will cry over a child I have never met as she goes (away from) home. They are those with whom I will grieve for a boy who will never be a man, and the ones with whom I will rejoice over an orphan who became a son.
Today is not a normal Thursday. They understand.
And I hope, if you read this, that maybe you do, too.
If you know a foster family- take them a casserole, or share this with them so they know that today is no longer a normal Thursday for you, either.
It's an anniversary."
GOD BLESS
“I believe the best service to the child is the service closest to the child, and children who are victims of neglect, abuse, or abandonment must not also be victims of bureaucracy. They deserve our devoted attention, not our divided attention.” - Kenny Guinn
Until Next Time...Make It A Great Day!
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