I’m on a reprieve. Specifically, from social media. I needed to take something off my plate for a few weeks. Social media can be wonderful in so many ways. But, sometimes, it can add stress to our lives. In today’s post, I’d like to share the power of a reprieve.
In the spirit of this exaggerated holiday~ that apparently has more to do with Hallmark than St. Valentine, I decided to pay tribute to 5 extraordinary lessons I’ve learned about love and the heart.
Question for you stay at home moms (and retirees). Do you ever go through periods where you lack motivation? Perhaps more than when you were working and somewhat programmed into a daily routine?
On Friday, I attended my first Foster Mommy Support Group, at a nearby church. I was reluctant to attend, for several reasons. Mainly because Baby Berry (who was with us for eight months) was reunified with her Bio-family, a few days prior. Although I’m beyond grateful that we keep in touch, I learned that she was having a difficult time with the transition. It brought back extremely painful memories of witnessing Banana’s transition (after two years with us).
In my last post, I shared a pretty traumatic experience my husband, Scott, and I went through. It was a foster parent’s worst nightmare. Being led to believe that we were adopting a foster child, after her first fifteen months with us. Rearing her from the beginning of her life as well as throughout, and beyond the critical bonding months. And, dealing with an excrutiating transition (especially for the child) in sending her home, after her first two years, with us.