She chose the wall This first night I spent with my freshly adopted daughter from Ukraine three years ago reminded me of watching wildlife. We were staying at my mother-in-law’s apartment in Kiev, Ukraine and three weeks prior to that night our visits were limited to two-hour intervals at her baby orphanage located outside the city. That night, upon entering the bedroom, my daughter dove for the large pull out couch pushed up against the
A glimpse at a mother’s depression (Because I am such a fun gal, I’ve decided to share a little bit of my latest work in progress as far as writing goes. I am working on a project about my struggle with chronic depression while attempting to mother my four children, two with Down syndrome, and two with the usual number of chromosomes, and live in the realm of professional Christianity as a former missionary and now
Ugly prayer turned pretty God, I am attempting to draw near to you, I know that in order to do so a lot of shit needs to be drained out of my life. I seemed to have clogged up at some point. Call it depression, call it exhaustion, call it caregiver burnout, call it what you want. I’ve lived numb for a while, but now you are awakening me. My limbs tingle, there’s a bit of a
Raising kids with special needs, one moment at a time This is my task at hand, to spend time with Polly. To create enough space in my thoughts to be fully present and make contact with her heart. Raising kids with special needs, I can’t just take one day at a time — I need to take one moment at a time. Read my full article about connecting with my kids who have special needs