Support For Foster/Adoptive Families
Our love story is now ready for you to read from beginning to… well, the date of adoption. Everything after that is, um, here. *On my blog.* I can’t wait to hear what your favorite part of the book is. What made you cry? What made you laugh? Eep! I’m so excited…
Play therapy for mediating difficult conversations using Jenga blocks. The premise is this: ANYONE can talk about ANYTHING for one tiny moment. Let’s deal with this subject in bite-sized pieces… knowing that the conversation will not last forever. When you stack your block, you will figuratively and literally “unburden” a little.
When you see what’s listed… you’re jaw will drop. Remember, these data-mining sites NEVER had permission to publish your private information in the first place. You just need to remind them of this fact.
I recommend that you take your time going through this list and checking every single service carefully. Sometimes a request to remove your information or adjust your settings takes a couple of business days. Keep track and make sure it comes down.
By creating a second, “secret” social media account to share your photos and stories… you haven’t averted the privacy/confidentiality agreement you signed with child welfare in your state. You’ve broken it. What have you recently shared that might need to be reworded, re-named, cropped, covered, or pulled down?
Your personal info is being handed out for free. To anyone – even outside of your social network. When I Googled myself, I panicked when I saw what was available. …And we thought the foster parenting background checks were invasive!
I’m so excited to be growing in community and seeing my stories go *beyond* myself. If you are looking for me, here’s where I can be found…
God knows your heart. He is close to the broken-hearted and hears your cry. But KNOW THIS: He is also completely in charge. He loves you in this very moment. As-is. He does not make “broken” things.
This word is too close to being used as “unlovable, unsavable, unfixable, or unwanted.” My child was none of the above. Ever. He just wasn’t ADOPTED YET. There is only one acceptable use of this word. Allow me to explain…
After months of acclimating to our foster son and trying to help with his emotional preparations for the upcoming adoption, we were at a point of acceptance. Who he was and who he wanted to be, were at odds, however.