Stephen is my biological and our oldest son. He spread his wings and moved out on his own when he was 21. :( He is 30 year old now. He lives in a town about 45 minutes away from us. He owns his own home. He has a good job and is a wonderful son. He comes to visit about once a month and brings all kinds of junk for the kids to eat that I don’t usually let them have. He plays games with the kids for a few hours and we visit a bit. He and I play a game much like scrabble on our phones non-stop. We have played scrabble regularly since he was a very small boy and is our thing to enjoy doing together.
Faith Anne was the first special needs child we had ever taken into our home thru foster care. If she had not come I don’t know that we ever would have done what we did with our lives. She taught us so much in her very short life. We had gotten the call to take in a nine month old special needs baby that they could not find placement for. So we said we would take her temporarily as I didn’t think we would know how to care for her long term. But after we saw her and I spent one day with her. We all knew she could stay as long as God ever allowed us to have her. She was born special needs with doubled up genetics and a slew of things doctors never did figure out. She was the hardest child I ever cared for but one of the most rewarding. She never learned to walk, crawl, eat solids, well…..by the worlds standards she couldn’t do anything. She self mutilated from the time she woke up till the time she fell asleep. A tormented beautiful little child. But she taught us so much. She taught us about sacrifice of life. How that Jesus gave His life for us. And it took our whole day and life in sacrifice to keep her cared for and loved. She taught us about unconditional love. That sometimes love is hard. That God loved us no matter what shape we were or are in. And that we, in love for her, didn’t care what others thought or said about her. We loved her. When the state terminated parental rights Tim and I adopted her. She was my very first daughter. I found a love for colors I never wore myself in all the pinks and purples, bows and lace. I could tell she liked to be dressed up and look pretty. I love and miss her daily and always. There are just no words.
Carolyn was adopted thru foster care. She came to us at 10 weeks old. We had gotten a call from DFCS asking us if we would be interested in taking in a baby with Fetal Alcohol syndrome from a foster care home that they just had to speedily close. We said yes and the case workers brought to my home a bright red, screaming, sweaty tiny baby that they handed over to me like a hot potato. She must have screamed the whole way to my home. Once they left and she settled down I looked into her eyes and saw the most needing look. The look to just be held. She was so beautiful and petite. Like a little china doll. But her emotions were all over the place if you placed her down. The sweet little girl just needed to be held. To feel ok. So she was a Velcro baby. I wore her. Tim wore her. Someone was almost always having to hold her to keep her feeling fine. Her mother signed away rights to Tim and I after a long drawn out case that was not going to end well for Carolyn. As the mother was still drinking heavily and the judge pushing hard for reunification and nothing done on the case plan at all for all those years. But after much prayer and fasting God moved and had things work out according to his plan. As that is what we were praying for. What God thought was best. And she is my wonderful kind and thoughtful daughter. (that still struggles with her emotions at times) Bless her heart. She is a very hard worker and wants to be just like me. (now that puts the pressure on for sure) I don’t have to carry her everywhere anymore. But she is always close by. Either wanting to help make bread or help me deliver baby goats. She is with me. She recently told me that she wants to have a home birth when she gets married and has kids, IN MY BATH TUB! And have me be the mid wife. OY! That’s my girl. She loves her pony Millie, working with animals, ballet and cooking. She is a wonderful daughter and is 18 years old.
After years of being retired from being foster parents, Tim and I prayed and prayed if we should reopen to see if God had any more children for us to raise. We reopened and Glory to God He did!
Anna-Kate came into our lives thru a phone call from DFCS. We were just about to finish our adoptions with the two youngest boys and Kinsley and close our home from working with the system. DFCS said that the Billy's and Timmys mom was pregnant again and still using drugs heavily and wanted to know if we wanted to keep the children together and take the baby. We prayed about it and did indeed pick her up from the hospital when she was less than 48 hours old. She has had a lot of issues from her bio moms drug abuse while pregnant with her. A lot of screaming, tantruming, nervousness and very few self calming skills. She is growing and progressing well but is well behind where she should be on all levels. We love her dearly and adopted her. She is our youngest child and our littlest princess. We love her dearly. She is 3 years old now. :)
When I write, I try to be real and as honest as I can be. As I want to encourage others and learn from others, giving glory to God in it all. When you are raising kids, special needs, adopted, so called typical or biological……Nobody’s life is perfect and happy all the time, easy all the time, wonderful all the time. Many people’s lives are downright hard every day with no end in sight. I have been there. I know. But… Tim and I are very average and normal people. Any good you see at all in us, is of God and ALL the glory and honor goes to Him. Is His alone.