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The Dynamics of The Blended Family

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We are a multi level blended family.  Me, two kids, marries Amazing Hubbie, no kids.  I have two, then we make another two,  making four, then adopt eight.  Multi layers.

All are different with some similar.  That makes no sense, but makes sense to a certain degree because we do have sibling groups,  Including three sets of twins.

It is quite disarming, or cute, to find that my first two kids, by another father, are very similar to the second two biological by Amazing Hubbie.

Two boys, two girls, one of each by both, and similarities in one boy, one girl and yet another set of one boy, one girl.

Ok, I now have totally confused you.  So simply.  One of each from my first marriage, match one of each from my second.  Puzzling, except I have these very dominant genes that show up everywhere.

Then add another eight. Three boys and five girls, totaling  seven girls and five boys overall.  I am continually freaked out about the similarities in behaviors and personalities of the birthed from my womb and birthed from my heart.  Cause, you see, there is no difference.

It comes down to how we raise them.  What values we put in their minds and how we treat them.  You see for me, they all were equal, no difference in either birthed from heart vs womb.

They do have their own differences, which are inherent to their own personalities, but, the morals they are raised with, and the manners that are instilled are the same.

Even if they screw up!  Yup they have the same, “crap” as in, I disappointed or didn’t obey, or rebelled, as each other in the family.  When it comes to what is taught and caught it is the same.  No difference.

What makes differences is personalities, or diagnosed difficulties. Either in learning, or other.  That is where the difference comes, not from being a biological or an adopted child.  That doesn’t make one bit of difference.  It’s the challenges that a child is born with that make the challenges in life.  If we parent accordingly, then birth by heart, or birth by womb makes no difference.

I have fallen in love with every one on my children the moment I saw them, from birth, from meeting in a DCS office, to the NICU, to the doorstep when they arrived via a worker from DCS or after hours.

I also fell in love with more than one child who came to me as a foster child that I could not keep, or got moved on.  I only grieved for a small moment, because more than one of those I now am in contact with or never lost contact with.  Hearts are big.  Love is bigger, and we all can become a family, no not a village, but a family, who helps raise the more challenging ones, who lost parents, and sometimes siblings, but through the love that pervades the family, becomes the person God envisioned them to be.

I thank God for my journey through loving the Lost Children, some of who I call my own.  Many are found, let’s try to save or consider those who are lost.

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Adoption…. Fostering……When the paperwork creates overwhelm

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I remember very well the first time I was handed that huge wad of paperwork.  Talk about overwhelm!   Where did I start?  Lots of things ran through my head.

Ah, how much do I want to do this?

Surely there is an easier way?

What if I don’t measure up?

Why are they talking about fostering?

I just want to adopt, OK?

What do you mean parenting classes?

And so on, and so on.  But, for me, for us, the call was greater than the paperwork.  And there is a ton.  Not for the feint of heart, but worth every minute of the process.

The fingerprints, the home study, all those questions about you and how you think, what you think, DO you think.

In my day, some eighteen odd years ago, and then again about eight years ago, it varied between agencies.  And those have changed now too.  There are a lot more private ones over your local Department Of Children’s Services where we first went for our first training.

And the support or should I say WHAT support?

It was no wonder that after the first class some dropped out until week ten and only the die-hards were left.  We were among them.  You see, we cried in the first session and it only became more heart wrenching after that.  If I didn’t come because I wanted to, I would have stayed because of the need that was before my eyes and my heart.

I can honestly say to all of you who are wondering if this journey is for you, you will never look back again at the world the same way.  You will be forever changed even if you never foster, you will now know.

You will be now be informed

Fostering is not on my horizon at the moment, I won’t say never because when I do, that becomes a challenge to God.  But, I do want to encourage those who have that small voice in their minds, and their hearts are breaking for a child, to be led into this magical, heartbreaking, joyous, sad, meaningful, desolate, rewarding, misunderstood adventure.

Your blessing will be greater than you could ever imagine in ways you could never imagine

You will carry the joy and shed the tears for the ones you cared for, and the ones you are still caring for.  You will never forget their faces, and you will carry them in your heart forever.  You will suddenly realize this is the biggest achievement in your life and the life of someone who really needed you, more than you needed them.

Your heart may get broken a little, but you will put tiny broken hearts back together, piece by piece, a little at a time until they are whole again.

And if, or when they go from your life, you will hold memories, photos, testimonies that will remind you of why you did this.  Why you loved a child unconditionally, without restrictions or parameters, contracts or conditions.  You will never forget them, and trust me, they will never forget you.

It is a lonely life sometimes, the one of the foster/adoptive parent.  One that is not understood, one sometimes overlooked, taken for granted.

 But, that is the very reason I CHOSE to be Life Coach to foster/adoptive parents.  It is a journey not everyone will understand, but I do. You see I fostered over fifty children, and adopted eight.  I know what you face every day, I know what you feel, what you worry about and what you need in the way of encouragement.

Contact me for any reason.  I am here.  I offer a free session to anyone on this journey.  Just put your name in the email sign up and I will contact you.

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The other side of adoption

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I fostered some fifty plus children, yet did not always meet their birth parents.  Some visited, some did not.  Each child was special and for the “token” subsidy per day, well I was not making money here.  I didn’t do it for that reason.  I did it because I walked into a case workers office one Friday afternoon and saw two little boys in desperate need of care, love, and a home.

Some of the kids that came across my path were etched upon my mind forever.  The baby who came into care, with dark brown hair, and olive skin, but upon bathing was blonde and fair.  A product of a  mom who had issues and oiled this baby so much he was unrecognizable.  But, that was the least of it.  He had been shaken, had the residue of broken bones on his ribs, and only through prayer, was normal.

Then there was the baby whose father had swung her around the room, he was intolerant of her crying.  Her femur was broken, she was in a body cast.  She was four months old, on the breast, arrived at my home at one in the morning and did not understand what a bottle was.  An angry, frightened, baby who wanted her mother.  She did go back, after much counseling that I think that father reneged on.

The little boy who came that was deaf.  The case worker had said (on a Friday afternoon of course at after 3p.m.) “Well he is hearing impaired,”.  I said “How much?”.  The week end did not go well other than I knew where this neglected child should go, but his older sister? And the baby who the five year old sister was a mother to?  Oh, so many issues and not enough parents or resources to deal with.

My adorable, lovable darling red haired child who arrived when she was about 23 months of age, and was a virtual triplet to my boys, the one I fell in love with but knew she need more than I could give.  I gave her to the adoptive parent of my choice, because that was what was best for my darling little child who had suffered more than I could give back to  her.  I love her to this day and am glad to say we are still in contact.  That is the power of adoption without judgment or remorse.

My twin boys seemed like a dream compared to most of this, but my turn was coming.  After so many children, the ones God sent to me to keep were complicated.  Autism, cerebral palsy, learning disabilities, bi-polar, OCD, ADHD, the list goes on.  I call it the Alphabet syndrome.  But, while all  of that was part of who I adopted, it was also, or partly,  amongst my own birth children.

DO NOT EVER BE AFRAID OF SPECIAL NEEDS!  IF YOU ARE CALLED YOU WILL BE GIVE EVERY SKILL TO COPE WITH THIS.

Some of you out there have special needs kids that you did not adopt, they are yours.  Well, I’ll tell you a secret.  My bio kids are all special needs, that’s why I fostered, that’s why I adopted.  Do not ever be afraid.  If fostering or adopting is on your mind, it is for a reason.   You are privileged, you are called, you are about to be blessed in so many ways you cannot imagine.  And if you are reading this needing the help for your own birth children, then I am there also.  Please sign up on my email, let me know how I can help and I am there for you with a 15 minute free life coaching session.

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