It has now been 2 months since I started this journey. What has happened in those two months?   I have 2 inquiries and am helping people with their own journey to adopt.  I have been asked to speak at a young couples Sunday school class and I have been approached by someone who is considering starting a group home.  Thank you for getting the word out. Your support means more to me than you could possibly know.

My story continued.. it takes a village…

I don’t think it matters if you have your own, you adopted, you are married, you have a partner or you are single…. IT TAKES A VILLAGE to raise a child.   If I think about it– it probably always has….. when I was growing up– the neighborhood or the small town watched out for all kids!    Today is different.. but I would say that regardless of your situation, you need a support group.

I can only speak for myself as a single parent. I am fiercely independent but no matter how hard I tried, I was incapable of doing it by myself.  There were family, close friends, church friends, neighbors and co-workers along the way . I have this saying… “people need to be needed.”  Once I accepted that, it became slightly easier to ask for help.

One of my infamous “breakdown” stories came when Jason was three.  It was a Sunday afternoon and I was tired and cranky and so was he..  so I made the call.  My father answered the phone… “Dad, if you don’t come and get your grandson, I am putting a take me sign on him and putting him on the front curb.”  My mother and father were there in minutes and gladly took him for the afternoon.

You probably see a common theme.. “my parents”- they along with my sister, brother and their families, my mother-in-law  and sister- in- law (and the rest of my late husband’s beautiful family that kept us in their lives) were all pivotal (and still are) in raising Jason.  I am fortunate to have family near me.. but trust me– there were many, many friends along the way.   (you know who you are- thank you.)

Simple scenarios… yes, you do both get sick at the same time!    Yes, you do get stuck in traffic and your kid has to be picked up by 6! The trips to the emergency room– the broken bones, the stitches….  The soccer practice that starts before you get off work………..Yes… yes… yes…!!!!  It happens to ALL of us.

It takes a village….  “being a  parent is the hardest job I have ever loved!”

 Next… a grandparent’s perspective




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