Whew. I am not one for setting resolutions....I kind of think there is no time like the present to make a change. That being said, I am contemplating fresh starts, new approaches...who am I kidding?
- TOPIC TUESDAY: I want to hear from my readers and engage in lively discussions. Thank you, Kylie! I am all for free speech and I wouldn't put myself out there the way I do if I was going to take every opinion personally. So, coming next Tuesday, I will start posting a topic.
- REFERENCES: I had debated moving to wordpress but losing my archive makes me sad...instead, I'm playing around with the format and creating more links/tabs to adoption and attachment stuff.
- BOOK CLUB: I would love your thoughts on this....reading a book only on adoption and attachment? On parenting? On the fiscal cliff?
How do you make a kid know love? I suppose this has been my quest for some time. The theme of so many actions I take. To make Etienne feel and know our love. This is weighing on me today.
Lately, we've had some good days. We've also had some new, bad behaviors that I can't share because I want to honor my son's privacy. Last night, after some tough conversation, all three of his siblings were crying. They were crying because they love him, they want him to be "normal," they want him with them for the long haul. He heard and saw their tears but if he felt the love behind it, if he felt guilt or even satisfaction, he didn't show it. All those tears were out of love for him.
I am not sure if anything hurts me more than some of my children crying on behalf of my other child. Truthfully, there is a little corner of my brain that whispers that this is my fault. My children are grieving because of what we have done in this family. But than God whispers in my ear and reminds me and I know once again that that's the Enemy tearing into my heart, making me doubt what is good and right. There isn't a lot that is worse than feeling at cause for your child's pain; but it is worse to know that your child still doubts that he is loved, wanted and worth dying for. That is worse.
So my other hope for 2013 will be that this is the year. The year that all my children know the depths of their Father's love for them. That all four, all four, will believe in their core that they are worth dying for. That someone did indeed die for them. Because that, my friends, is a game changer. I so want 2013 to be our game changer.
|Each kiddo painted their tree today with their thumbprints. We live in a forest, at the top of a hill, so trees (and those roots) are a tangible thing to associate family with. Thank you, pinterest.|