Parenting. The word needs no introduction and it definitely needs no explanation. In my world, a world full of kids with traumatic backgrounds, parenting is a dirty word. My kids came to me with parents, what they needed was loving. So, I practice loving. Every breath, every step, every thought is centered (or supposed to be) around loving unconditionally and openly.
Ironically, along with that loving comes an awful lot of humor. I have a great friend and mentor that passed on some wisdom to me a few years ago. She said, “don’t call someone stupid, that’s rude. But, by all means, call them an idiot”. Ironically, that is the direct opposite of the actual definitions, but I like the way it sounds, so I’m sticking to it. With that being said, I love and raise idiots. Even the pets, all of them, straight up idiots.
Why? Well, let me lay out some examples. One of the boys used to turn on the shower, then dance around in the bathroom until he felt he had wasted enough time. Then come out in clean clothes and act as though he had showered. Oh, did I forget to say he was 15 at the time? Another prime example would be one of my daughters that decided the best way to not get caught stealing food and hiding it would be to cut a hole in her pillow and stuff the evidence there. That’s great if you actually cleaned your room and didn’t allow the hidden treasures to get so severe that they were falling out of the pillow case.
Wait, I’ve got more. How about the time one of the boys faked a football injury so he could have rub downs and private time with the hot team trainer – for the entire season! The fakery went to the extent of x-rays and cat scans and a specialist finally saying that there was nothing wrong. He got caught in the lie when he smelled fried chicken and came running down the stairs . . . on the “injured” leg.
We will definitely get more in depth with the levels of idiot I experience each day, but there is also a point to you and I coming together today. A long time ago I knew I wanted kids. I knew they would be my world, and I knew I wouldn’t birth them. I actually sat in my doctor’s office at the age of 15 and begged the lady to cut out my “woman parts” and get it over with. I had and still have no use for them. Of course, she refused sighting some “first do no harm” clause. Anyway, fostering and adopting kids has always been a dream of mine. There are plenty of kids that need a home and a chance, I wanted to be those things for anybody that would come.
So, after our first year of marriage my used-to-be husband and I got approved as foster parents and the fun began. We were very open about only taking in teens because that was the age group that was overlooked by most foster/adoptive families in our area. We also sought kids that had traumatic pasts, due to my own education and profession, and were very open to special needs limitations, etc. Basically, we wanted the kids that everyone else passed on. And we definitely had no desire to take on any child younger than 12.
As the story unfolds, you’ll see a lot of ups and downs. But in all honesty, I wouldn’t be where I am today without everything I’ve experienced. God has blessed me with the ability to find humor and happiness in almost any situation, and practicing love with my family has been the funniest experience I’ve ever had. Someone asked me once, “what should a reader walk away with”? I smiled and was very clear, “I want them to laugh and be ok with it”. Kids, family, work, life . . . it’s not meant to be easy. It’s meant to build character and exact purpose. If we can’t find the humor in what we live through, then we most certainly aren’t finding the lesson either. Because, what I want to you walk away with is this: WHEN WE SEEK THE LESSONS IN LIFE, WE STUMBLE UPON THE HUMOR OF THIS THING WE CALL LIVING. 00000000