The liminal space I was in on the morning of September 4 quickly shifted the evening of September 4. A scared, sweet little girl made her entrance into our lives around 10:30PM. A 15 mo that has seen more transition than she should and felt more fear and uncertainty that needed. The next few days we were reminded of the ‘aftermath’ of taking in a new foster. A barrage of unexpected and very random ‘attacks’ on our family. I used to get flustered and upset when this would happen, but now I know. I know it’s satan trying to discourage us. I know he doesn’t like what we are doing.
And I know that it makes us more resolved to continue caring for babies/kids in transition. And it is right and good.
Just a sampling of the ‘attacks’…Gregg goes out of town for one night and the air conditioner quits in part of the house, the middle school closes at 1PM because the toilets don’t work, Reece runs a high fever and misses one day of school. These are in addition to the new transitions we are already making with having a 1 yo in the house and the attention the new baby gets wherever we go. (not Reece’s favorite) My time, which had been open and easy, becomes minimal and spent transporting and caring for another child. And while it is an adjustment for me, I know it is right and good.

Aaliyah has alot of walls up and has some co-dependency issues. She is scared of most everyone especially if they are male. If I am holding her, then most are ok for her to wave at and look at. She has a nervous tick when a male comes around, a one shoulder shrug. It’s adorable and sad. She has seen too much and been safe too little. We are closing in on 2 weeks of her being with our family and she is just starting to make giant strides. She is dancing, laughing, and starting to feel the freedom of childhood. She is sleeping in crib and waking up happy instead of crying. She is learning new words and she is starting to push boundaries. And I now it is right and good.
A love of food gets passed along. Gregg has that love of food. It’s grown over the years from a necessity to a relaxing obsession. Landen has acquired his taste, observance, technique and desire.