One Momentous Lesson for Whatever Battle
I’m fighting a battle today to save my child’s life.
Eleven years ago my son came into our family. I vividly remember receiving the call from our foster care agency. Yes, we would pick up this little baby who had such incredibly intense needs. Yes, we would provide shelter for one who had been put in harm’s way by the people who were to care for him. Yes, we would stand up for him, advocate for him, and pour our love into him.
Two years later we adopted him.
He is part of our forever, and we are part of his.
He’s almost a teenager now and as he’s grown, he has raged in anger at life, which includes raging at us. Can you blame him?
At times I have blamed him. While I know his history and I understand the impact of childhood trauma, the holes in my walls and holes in my heart want to blame what is easily in front of me.
