Last night we finished our final training and turned in our final papers to qualify to be a certified Foster Care Family.
We have different emotions about this.
I am excited. I am nervous. But, I am ready. My heart feels ready.
D is up for anything. Or so he thinks he is ready. We have explained to him that a “baby” might come and live with us for a little while and asked him what he thinks of that. Let’s just say he thinks that is pretty cool. He is three. I am not really sure if he realizes how much of his stuff he will be sharing. Including his mom & dad. I stand by the fact that while I think it won’t always be easy for him, it will always be an amazing learning experience. Even if he is just learning to be grateful.
The hubs. He is a stud. It is clear that I am in all ways attracted to him but in all seriousness- I am reminded constantly that we don’t always agree on things. He is the protector of our family. I think that he has dealt with all sorts of emotions since we started on this path. I have heard the pride in his voice when he tells others that we giving it a go. I have heard strength in his voice when he works through the training and talks about parenting. I have heard real fear and total uncertainty when we are behind closed doors. He has his reasons. He has agreed to give it a try and give it his best.
Are any couples completely both certain that this is the very best thing for their family? Anytime that I read about people prepping for foster care, it always seems likes rainbows and puppies. But, is it? Aren’t there sleepless nights, hidden concerns, and lasting uncertainty for at least one of you? And if you are doing this alone, are you having an easier time with balancing emotions since it is just yours, or does that make it even more difficult?
My “why” for this one is just too big to simmer down and forget about it.
More to come,
P.S. Don’t worry. Feelings are valid. Feelings have been thoroughly discussed. The hubby is in, all in. My point is just that it isn’t all flowers and puppies. Or whatever. Feel free to share your thoughts but please be sensitive to all the feels.
Our 3 year old has really been into games lately. Which, I have to admit, I really love. It gives us a chance to spend some quality time together as a family and most of the games usually teach him something, even if it is just how to win and lose.
We purchased this for the dude at Christmas. I honestly wasn’t sure if he was ready for it, even though it was for ages 3-8. At first he really didn’t care that he was “trying” to get 4 in a row and the “Free” spaces did really confuse him. But, one-two months later, he is really into it!
Do I recommend it?
I do! It is inexpensive, it is a great way to learn to take turns and make good choices, he only has to “hold” three cards, and he actually does win and lose. It is a great choice for this age and I honestly think it will be a game that we can use for quite a while.
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I don’t want articles. I don’t want advice from other moms. I don’t want to be told I am doing something right or wrong. I just want a perfectly potty-trained toddler that is happy. And healthy. And isn’t traumatized by some method that I read about that worked for some other child.
Here’s the thing. Dude is 3.5 years old. Almost. Nope. I just calculated. He is 3.5.
Without sounding all “my son is better than other sons”, it is important in this situation to comment that D is a smart kid. I mean, he spells his own name, knows all his letters, spells at least 5 other words, knows colors, knows what colors make other colors, and definitely knows that he is not a baby and that big boys use the potty. He knows where animals do their thing, he even knows that he can stand and use the potty and that Mom can’t. He knows because he has DONE IT.
He refuses. No underwear, no pants without a diaper, no peeing outside, no using the potty or the kiddo potty. Nothing. “Just give me my diaper, you are forgetting my diaper,” is his only argument. And he is serious. And completely adamant that he belongs in one.
Today. We “threw away” our remaining diapers. It is a beautiful February day but we aren’t going anywhere that is beyond our yard because we are determined to give it a go.
It’s time, little dude.
Please say a prayer for my sanity. And also a prayer that I am not scarring the boy for the rest of his life. This might be the story that he tells in therapy when he is an adult.
All my best,
There is a meme that I keep running into on social media that says, “I’m done adulting. Let’s be mermaids.” Truthfully, it makes me kind of giggle every time I see it. In a recent texting convo with a girlfriend, we asked each other what made us want to grow up so fast when we were kids. Was it legal drinking? Loss of curfew? Freedom? Our own family? Even though “adulting” isn’t a real word, it certainly does seem like it should be, right? Being an adult can be super hard, and parenting is like a different level of crazy.
Thing is though- being a parent is pretty outrageously awesome. Some of the hardest days are the, “Are my pants on fire? I don’t think I would even notice because I am so busy,” kind of days. These are the days when I am positive that we all need to pat ourselves on the back for the simple things that we accomplished.
Let’s discuss a few things that might have been epic for you today.
- Your kids leave the house with matching pants. Heck, I think their socks actually matched as well. And you are really lucky if they caught the bus without running.
- Tonight’s dinner may have been ordered at a drive thru, but your family ate! They let you use an expired coupon and you opted for the salads instead of the french fries. And you were actually able to help the oldest with his history homework with the time you saved. Huge pat on the back for that one, even if you did have to ask Siri what year Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
- You pooped alone. I’m just going to leave that one right there. Anyone with a toddler knows that this is an incredibly fantastic 5-10 minutes of your life, however rare.
- The soccer uniforms were clean and all you had to do was turn the dryer back on to get the wrinkles out. Their cleats were in the right place and your mom van got them to the field right on time. Props, Parent of the Year. And keep rocking those yoga pants to practices. None of the other moms are really going to the gym tonight and they are comfortable.
- Lunches for school tomorrow are packed and the living room floor shows no evidence of Captain Toy Tornado that is finally fast asleep. You are multi-tasking the laundry that needed folding with that show you really wanted to catch up on. Those things easily go together. And, heck, it kept you out of the snack zone. Score.
- There are no kids in your bed and you are pretty sure they are all still in their own. It is super quiet. They look like princes and princesses in their sleep. And so quiet.
- You are in bed before eleven. It could be a record. And you are truly exhausted.
The best part about it? You are ready to tackle it all like a superhero again tomorrow. Mermaids are overrated anyways.
There are three things in my life that I would love to blog about. Right now. Maybe 4. There has been so much going on lately!
My mind completely changed for today’s post because my son just said to me, “I am gonna toot on my dinosaur.”
Seriously. And now he is hoping he can get some syrup to use as stickiness for something in his play world.
I freaking love, love, love my life with a boy. And it just makes me even more excited to talk about this decision that we made as a family a little over a year ago.
Let’s be honest. Just for a second. Then we can get back to the B.S.
Homeschool is scary. And we are just in preschool. I am currently so passionate about it though that the scariness has become sincere motivation. I have been asked “Why?” already so many times I couldn’t legit pass on an honest count. My biggest why?
This dude. He is a sponge. No joke. And, I like him.
We are seriously surrounded by the smartest people. Both in intelligence and life experience. While his Dad and I will be his primary teachers, he has so much to learn from others. Through co-op experience and time with our family, his friends, our friends, and even random people that we meet out in the world- this dude is super lucky. And he will be super prepared to be an adult.
And guess what?
This decision is never permanent. He, we, I can decide that it is time for him to go to public school. Whatever that might look like!
We are so ready for this adventure.
Follow along! This is NOT the only life decision that we have made. We recently made another big one and I am dying to talk about it.