Love and Babies

First of all, living in a two-bedroom condo with this many people feels like camping. Constantly.

That has nothing to do with my post today, but I just wanted to get that off my chest. Anywho, I just want to take a minute to give a shout out to all you moms who are working so hard to be good at what you do. I’ll explain why.

Since I have been thinking more and more about adoption someday, I’ve been picking up on info here and there whenever I can…learning bits and pieces of what it’s really like to take on a child who has come from a less than ideal environment.

I was learning just the other day about the attachment issues many of these kids have. Even babies adopted before their FIRST year of life can grow up to have extreme behavioral issues and problems because of the lack of care during those first few crucial months.

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The Forgotten

So I’m beginning to realize as I write more regularly that my blog is a little skitzophrenic. One minute I’m ranting about nonsense, and the next minute I’m pouring my heart out on some deep and serious issue. Sorry about that.

But…I guess if my blog is to be a true reflection of me then this is probably what’s going to have to happen…not that I’m skitzophrenic (I hope), BUT  I laugh hard and cry hard. I guess I can’t get away from doing BOTH on here, so I really  hope you all can withstand the roller coaster ride :)

ANYWAY…here we go.

I love my job with Catalyst. I only work a few hours a week, but it is so cool to be a part of a HUGE church network. Since I’m the one who maintains the website, I get a bird’s eye view of all the awesome events around my area. But… sometimes I get so used to opening emails and posting the events online, I hardly look at them. That’s what happened when I was emailed about a Prayer Vigil for Adoption Agencies and Adoptive Families. I threw it on our website and never thought twice. Then suddenly, a couple of days later, it popped in my head again and I was drawn to look over the details. I made the decision that I wanted to go. Continue reading The Forgotten

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