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My third child of five teeters on the edge of turning the BIG 1-3. Thirteen.
Actually, her birthday is still months away. But to hear her talk about the plans, the party, and the anticipated hoopla, one would think it is next week.
With two sisters ahead of her, this Mama is no longer phased by the endless chatter of plans surrounding this very important-to-her date.
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I realize one of the things that has badgered me and lead me into unwise thinking is unwise teachings. When I was a younger mother and wife, I read books by authors who challenged me as a wife and mother, not made excuses for me. And I really did well with that. It kept me moving forward, even imperfectly.
Todd and I have a newly adopted, thirteen year old, Mexican son named Tyler. I keep saying 80% of the time, things are really good (leaving the 20% difference up to your imagination.) We do have mostly good days, moments to capture for Instagram, when he’s learned a new skill, or is wearing a new shirt, and it looks like we’re all caught up in a big God-story. Then there are hard moments, when past trauma and history crash into his new life and in fear, he acts out. Behavior is the language of a child. The voice of my friend, staff child expert, Jayne Schooler, plays in my head.
In that moment, what is he trying to say to me? Am I listening or busy correcting him?
I remember the fist time I saw our son. This little baby, who had been kicking and jostling inside of me for months, was now letting out his first cries as he entered the world.
His skin.
The little feet.
Barely a speck of hair on his head.
I am sure the whirlwind of emotions is similar for most moms – a flood of joy and excitement, mixed with a little fear and trepidation! The womb had been so safe, but now we were charged with raising him in a world that seems so scary.
