It’s Mother’s Day weekend. And it’s bittersweet for us. Last night at about 1AM, I was finally able to process some of what I’ve been feeling about our foster kids going home. I decided I needed to speak the things I had written. After I finished speaking these things, I was finally able to weep. I miss them.
Truth is, I loved them.
I loved movie nights with them.
I loved nerf gun fights with him.
I loved Perkins dates with her.
I loved bedtime cuddles with (other) her.
I loved how much our dogs loved them.
I loved cooking breakfast for them.
I loved praying with them.
I loved teaching them that they can and should feel their emotions.
I loved watching them express themselves.
I loved hearing the older ones scream “James!” when I would come home late.
I loved hearing “dada!” from the toddler just before she would run up to me for a hug.
I loved poking my head in their room to see them fast asleep.
I loved walking into our room when I had finished my work for the night and could finally get to bed because I got to see the toddler sprawled out in her crib. She was so peaceful.
I loved when they left our church services to go to kids church, and couldn’t help but hug me first.
I loved seeing Haley become a mom. I loved seeing her love them.
Earley Birds 