Welcome. I hope you’ll come in an make yourself comfortable. I will start off by saying, that I’m not a writer by trade or profession. I will not claim to give you any profound words of wisdom or advice. I do hope my words are helpful and comforting. I write to clear my own head. I write to have a record of my thoughts. My life is crazy and loud and demanding and I enjoy having a quiet space to think.
So, what is my profession? I am a mama. I have always wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember. My motherhood journey started early. I married my husband when I was barley nineteen years old. At the tender age of twenty, I became a mother. I went from one child to three in just under four years. Three sweet amazing boys by the age of twenty four.
We were a family of five for three years when we realized something was missing. Or more precisely someone was missing. We had taken the choice to have more children out of our hands, out of God’s hands. It’s a decision I regretted for a long time, but what came next was nothing short of God’s plan. We became a foster family. Two children came into our home and hearts and then they left. Then came a baby boy, a fourth boy. His story is long and emotional, and for another time. He came, he left, he came back. He was adopted into our home, he already resided in our hearts. We now had four sons, but still someone was missing.
Then the phone rang. Our precious and long awaited daughter entered our home. She was twenty months old. We became a family of seven. She became ours. And that my friends, is just the beginning.