by Design Prose | Jan 31, 2020 | Parenting
I’m such a mess. I’m keeping 4 children alive, two of them belong to another mother, and also to me for the time being. I’m writing down appointments for our children in foster care to attend trauma therapy, the pulmonologist, physical therapy, the occupational...
by Design Prose | Jan 31, 2020 | Parenting
I saw her press her lips together, puff out her cheeks, and I knew the tears would follow. And, I couldn’t stop. I have white furniture and four children. Two of them are forever, two are for now, and of those two are hovering at two years old. As a foster...
by Design Prose | Jan 31, 2020 | Personal Growth
I’m dragging my feet. I’m scared that I might not be enough. I’m worried that all of the fears and insecurities I try to hide will somehow be exposed. And even worse, validated. I’m worried that by taking steps toward my dreams, I will open myself up to feedback that...
by Design Prose | Jan 31, 2020 | Parenting, Personal Growth
I’m tired. You know the feeling? A nap isn’t going to do it. This is tired in your soul. The kind of tired that comes from managing dentist appointments, and speech evaluations, DFCS visits, and the pulmonologist. This is tired from the broken wrist and broken foster...
