Welcome to 2018! I can’t say I’ll miss 2017, as it was truly one of the most trying, toughest years of my life. The rosy, optimistic part of me wants to wax poetic about the 15 beautiful young lives that we had the opportunity to touch this past year. However, the realistic part of me acknowledges that I am freaking exhausted, and I never want to see a few of those awful monsters again.
Such is fostering. Such is life.
As this is the time to make new year’s resolutions, I’ve been thinking about what I want to make of this coming year. I wish that I could just resolve to be more loving, more patient, slower to anger, quicker to laugh, and all in all a better wife and mother. I would, if I thought that resolutions were a guaranteed fix. Since they aren’t, I am contenting myself with this:
I resolve to get better at letting go.
I resolve to do my best to give the best of myself to the kids that will come my way this year.
We are currently on a break from long term placements (H tired us out!), so we just have A, A2, and S. We are going to be taking respites again very soon though, so we’ll see what (and who) God has in store for us this year.
2018? Bring it on.