On late Thursday night, we sent Cole to Seattle for a lacrosse tournament. After a whirlwind Friday and Saturday, he flew home on Saturday night. It was hard to see him. He was exhausted from four back to back games, jetlagged; disappointed that his team couldn't pull off any wins; and sore from the beating his body took during the games. I realize now that I can't make everything better. When he was little, I could give him a hug and a bandaid. As he got older, I could encourage him and help him to see that tomorrow is another day. Now, as he is on the verge of adulthood, I can't hug or talk his disappointments away. He has to work through them all on his own--all I can do is love him!
Kasi (Eric's sister) and her husband brought by their new foster kids for us to meet yesterday. They are 5, 6, and 7 year old brothers and sister. They are smart, beautiful children full of curiosity and energy. Kasi has longed to be a mother for so long and the opportunity is finally here. Her husband, however, was not raised in a home with a father for a role model and he is nervous and scared. He is a wonderful man and he will learn it. I think we often take for granted the knowledge we gain just by growing up with a mother and father as examples. My parents were wonderful examples and I know I am the kind of mother I am from their love and understanding. I realize my love of children, big and small, also come for their wonderful examples of compassion. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
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