Hello,
I am the biological mother of five grown children who finds herself back in the toddler season with two unbiological daughters, a 3 yr. old and 2 yr. old.
Whenever I go shopping I see women my age with their grandchildren and I wonder how many hours before their daughter finishes work and comes to pick up the kids, and I wonder what that would be like...
I've spent a lot of time in the last (almost) year wondering how I got myself back into the toddler years: purse laden with diapers, pull-ups, wipes, extra clothes, a hairbrush, small containers of cheerios and apple juice boxes, a double-stroller in the back of the car, small boots and shoes cluttering the doorways, a yard that used to have a lovely garden which is now basically a weedy mess, but has grown a sandbox, a trampoline and a wading pool.
My life was heading to a time-share in Hawaii with a nice lap-top, a book to write, and a husband intent on improving his golf swing.
All that has changed now.
Their tiny pinky fingers have us well-entwined.
I believe the frustration and joy of these days cannot be for nought, that redemption can be found through confession, that our lives are not an island but a brotherhood.
I hope you find something useful here. I hope it can be a place to smile and rest and remember that Jesus does all things well.