One of the last steps (and likely one of the hardest) has been writing our autobiographies. I don't know if it was the finality of it, deciding what parts of our stories to include, the vulnerability (is there an all of the above option?) After this comes home study. That's all she wrote, folks. To say I am unnerved might be the largest understatement ever. Wow. After all of this. We're finally seeing that fuzzy light. But there are still unknowns. I have friends that are still waiting for placements after 18 months, and friends that had a placement after two days—it's unpredictable like that.
But here's another thing I didn't expect. As the writer of the family, my husband naturally sent me his bio to edit (okay, that part I did expect). What I didn't see coming was what I would find there.
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This whole "spring break" has eluded me for years (let's not get into how many years). But regardless every spring around this time "Spring Break!" starts to clog all of my social media feeds with photos of vacations, staycations, moms terrorized by having to figure out what to do with kids who aren't in school, etc.
And while none of this applies to me (yet), it was still super fun digging in a bit and seeing what's out there. I don't have any coloring books.
It was a thought that slammed into my brain disrupting sleep around 3 a.m. one morning. I can't explain it, I have no idea why, I don't even need coloring books. What age do children even use coloring books? I haven't a clue. We may not even have a placement that is capable of coloring (or likes them), but something in my brain was telling me that I was unprepared. |
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