Family

I was the perfect mom. Until I had kids.

“That’s when I saw you. A beautiful young woman who presumably doesn’t yet have children of her own. Another perfect (albeit, kidless) mom, just as I had been once upon a time. I recognized the look in your eyes.”

‘Foster Care is Broken. I Am Broken.’

“I upturned my one-girl, one-boy perfect little life, for one of chaos and unpredictability. I signed on to a life of continual hellos and goodbyes, one of sadness chosen and loss embraced. I dove into a life of brokenness.”

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