As a working mom, I know that my ultimate help comes from my Heavenly Father. I am always learning how to totally lean on him and allow show me how to be a great wife, mom, and employee. His strength enables me to do what I love and His instructions guide me when I need to shift my focus and priorities.
The last thing I ever wanted to do was to pass my anxiety on to my childrenStill, my adult daughter and I agree that I passed a milder version of anxiety on to her, though she says she doesn't remember me being especially anxious.How did that happen when I worked so hard to create a peaceful home and I didn't even appear anxious to her?
Over fifty children graced my home during the seven years I was a foster mom in North Carolina. Some for just a few hours, or a weekend, and others for extended periods of time. The love and time my husband and kids invested in these children contributed to us being voted foster parents of the year by our county’s Department of Social Services.
Moving out, the normal ritual that is supposed to happen, the rhythm of life. We know the moment they are placed in our arms, a screaming bundle of wet, squirming and you fall in love with a love so fierce it scares it you. And you have to let them go, they have to explore the world, find that job, learn that life lesson.