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And I wonder why the grey hairs continue to sprout out of my head.
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What if I used these trying times as a crystal ball to see how these qualities in our kids might manifest themselves in the future? What about if I noticed the goodness and nurtured the strong-willed child and the easy-going kiddo?
Yesterday, I listened to a talk by Sherry Surratt, CEO of MOPS International. She shared how those aspects of our kids’ personalities that can drive us up-the-wall as parents manifest themselves in amazing ways as our children grow.
Her strong-willed daughter turned out to be an incredible leader who stands firm and isn’t afraid to take a stand. Her relaxed son turned into a father with heaping amounts of patience and grace.
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I marvel at the specific and unique ways my children are wired. I see the creativity and compassion that their little hearts exude and I’m so grateful that I get to be someone who calls out the goodness in their hearts, empowering and equipping them to become children and teenagers and adults who use their strengths and talents and gifts to love God and love others.
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Through Jesus, he covers us in grace and lavishes love. He sees us for our true selves — he sees the best-version, the true-version of Kayla, not the person who is quick to judge or lose her temper. He’s a loving father that says the old has gone, the new has come.
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While Joseph was at preschool this morning, Asher and I had a little adventure of our own. We grabbed a couple tablecloths, popped some popcorn, and tucked away to create a cuddly fort-for-two.
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I don’t want to be the type of mama who’s too busy to play with her kids. I want to be the type of mama who says, you’re special. You matter.
Let’s go slay the dragons together.
And sometimes, being a mama means leaving the dishes in the sink and grabbing your little one’s favorite stuffed friends. It means popping some Pop Secret at 10 in the morning for a private screening of another episode of Curious George. It means choosing cuddles over chores, snuggles over to-do lists.
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This precious time we have with our little people? It goes fast.
It’s cliche and it’s true. It seems like I was just getting off a plane in West Africa to adopt Joseph. And wasn’t I just waddling into the hospital, eager to meet Asher?
I don’t want to get lost in memories or be so focused on the future that I miss the adventures right in front of me. I want to build towers and knock them down and build them again. I want to head to Gap for the billionth time because the knees on my jeans keep fading.
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Here’s to spontaneous dance parties and silly popcorn fights and Monday-morning forts.
Disclosure: Pop Secret sponsored today’s post, but words are my own.
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It goes a little something like this:
Will you tell Joseph he was adopted?
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No adoption language is used and it’s not specifically adoption-related, but it’s all about how families don’t have to match, and how families are formed in different ways.
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Unlike many adoption narratives, стихи ко дне защиты детей A Mother for Choco doesn’t start with parents who are unable to have biological children. (I understand why many adoption books have this perspective, and there are many wonderful books that approach the angle in sensitive and beautiful ways. Since it’s just not our family’s personal journey, I like that A Mother for Choco starts right in on Choco’s journey.) That being said, I think A Mother for Choco would be a great book for any adoptive family with a young child, whether it grew through domestic, international, or foster care adoption.
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- Why was Choco sad?
- How did it make you feel when other animals said no to Choco?
- What things did Choco want to do with a mommy?
- How did Mrs. Bear show Choco that she can be his mommy?
- How was Choco the same as Mrs. Bear’s other children?
- How did Choco feel at the end of the story? How did you feel at the end?
- What do mommy and daddy do to make you feel loved?
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I’m still longing for that.
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My husband and I walked a long battle with different doctors and different exams. All of them came back normal except the last one…and I’m pretty sure we both knew before we got the diagnosis. We’d talked to each other and to other medical people. Before that last meeting, I had a good long talk (okay, with a lot yelling) and crying with God. This is where God met me.
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Living Free is a mixture of getting those checklists done as well as being flexible to follow my son’s lead when it comes to how he’s going to learn best each day. http://www.piarplus.ru/libraries/simplepie/nabor-instruktsiy-sse2.html набор инструкций sse2 Especially when we’re out and about, I’m figuring out what will stimulate Zeke and trying to staying true to God’s word while helping him soothe himself in the world that he truly doesn’t understand. Just like I truly don’t understand how some people are so rude with their facial expressions or their words that my son “just needs some discipline.” When that happens, I try to remember to look at my God who created me and created this “Ausome” boy for me to look after here on Earth.
I still have my moments when I question God and ask, no beg, Him for a complete healing for my Zeke. In those moments, God wraps his arms around me and shows me that He created my son. That Zeke is Fearfully, Wonderfully and Beautifully made. God reminds me to look for those little, seemingly mundane events that are so special in showing growth in Zeke.
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