Monday, March 28, 2011

A Cure for Dust Bunnies

For me, becoming a mother was completely chaotic and overwhelming.  At first I had enough stress adrenaline to keep me going with everything that needed to be done but I noticed after a while that I was letting things slide in our home.  There were piles of papers on almost every surface, shoes and clothes scattered around the floor, dust bunnies under all my furniture and along the baseboards, dishes were sitting in the sink longer, laundry was piled up like Mount Everest by my washer and get the idea.  There is a lot of shame that goes along with having a messy house so I think most of us don't talk about it.  We don't tell our friends when they come over, "If you think my house looks bad now, you should have seen it before! I did my mad dash and shoved everything into closets or the closest room and shut the door." know what I'm talking about.

Well, after a year or so of feeling completely overwhelmed and feeling like a failure as a homemaker, I talked to someone about how I felt and about how I didn't even know where to start.  She recommended a website I had never heard of  Okay, my first thought was, "Sure...I'll try it's really going to help".  I was surprised when I went to the site, though.  It's like homemaking for dummies.

I admit that I have not followed the flylady program faithfully.  I fall off the wagon but I find that it is easy to get back on again.  So if you find it completely overwhelming to run your household successfully then check out this site and see if it can help.  I was really grateful to the person who shared it with me so I want to pass it along.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Brave Face

Once again, the judge has chosen to leave Mya in her birth mother's home.  CYS is still involved so there is still the possibility she could return to us.  It's difficult but in reality I struggle with her being gone everyday so today is really not so special.  Even when it hurts I just put on my brave face and try to pretend that everything is okay.  Perhaps I'm fooling other people but I think I'm really trying to fool myself.


I just received a call from our caseworker saying that Mya's hearing is this morning.  She could be back with us by this evening.  Please remember our family in your prayers today.

How do we as foster parents endure this rollercoaster of emotions?   I think it's because that same heart, that aches within each of us, tells us we must.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Why Can't We Be Friends?

I love this video!  It made me took me back to the struggle we had with CYS after Mya had been with us almost 6 months.  They tried to take her out of our home so that she could live in a more "ethnic" neighborhood.  I was devastated!  How could they think that taking her away from the family she loved and felt safe with was the best thing for her?  Our first thought was, "What can we do?  We have no rights yet as foster parents."  I felt like David fighting could we win and protect Mya from losing more people who loved her?  Well, I will just say that I did do something.  In fact, I did everything I possibly could to keep Mya in our home.  (Anyone who would like to know details can email me.)  The day before Mya was supposed to go to the new home, the judge court-ordered Mya to stay in our home.  David had slayed Goliath once again.

Why does this world insist on categorizing us by the way we look, speak or where we come from?  Why do we think that because someone looks differently from us that we don't belong together or that we don't feel the same?  Having said this, when our family looked at Mya, we didn't pretend that she looked the same as us.  We acknowledged that she had different colored hair, eyes and skin from us just like we acknowledged and celebrated the many other differences that make up who we are.  We didn't love her "even though" she was an African American/Mexican/Irish/German girl but because she was all those things and so much more.  She loved to sing and laugh...and she gave the best hugs and kisses!

I learned so much from Mya.  It doesn't matter what neighborhood we grow up in, what color our skin is, what clothes we wear or how we speak.  It is how we feel and how we love that connects us.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Life Goes On...

With each passing day I find the most difficult part of Mya leaving is the lack of closure.  She was asleep when we left her in her new home and I don't feel like we were able to really explain things to her so she could understand.  Even now I still hope and wonder if she will come back home to us.  At what point do I move on, not just physically, but emotionally.

I keep myself busy.  The kids have baseball, volleyball, track and church activities.  I've even taken up canning and we're planning a garden for this summer.  Soon it will be time to open the pool, mow the lawn and plant flowers.  My life continues as if Mya were never a part of it.  But my mind pushes out thoughts of her and my heart aches reminding me that she was and is a part of my life.