As a lot of you know, our house has been busy lately.
Without going into too many details, we ended up taking in a couple foster children 3 weeks ago. In addition to our own little fireball, we have a little boy, "T", who is 20 months old, and his little sister, "B," who is 5 months old. Yep, that's 3 children under the age of 2. Sufficeth to say, we have our hands full...
...which would explain why I haven't blogged in a while.
To be honest, the first week and a half I shed many tears. Many. tears. Tears for me (because I was having a difficult time handling it all), tears for Megan (because she no longer had us to herself and was having a hard time), and tears for the new children in our home (for many, many reasons). My tears have since subsided, but I certainly do have moments where I want to hide in the basement until my husband gets home from work.
It has been quite an adjustement for me as a mother. I always knew that the day could come when my life would change. I always knew that one day I would go from a mother of one, to a mother or 3 or 4- without any notice. What I didn't always know was how hard it would be. I have struggled with many things, but it is getting easier as time goes on. And, as I'm sure happens with many other foster parents, by the time I get down a routine and actually enjoy every moment- the kids'll go home. But that's what foster care is all about: kids going home.
So, for a while, my husband and I will love 3 children instead of one. We now have 3 mouths to feed, 3 bodies to bathe, and 3 messes to clean up. But, more importantly, we have 3 children to hug, 3 minds to inspire, and 3 souls to love.