A fallen tree, no power and two really hyped up little boys, what better way to start your very first foster care placement.
My 13 year old has been watching the events of our nation closely these past few weeks. He asked to share some thoughts. Here they are in his words.
When the tornado alert went off, I couldn't have been more thankful the kids were having electronics time. Those things are unpleasant enough, but for a child who has experienced trauma, it's on a whole other level.
Who are you listening to? How are you learning? In what way are you growing? With Instagram as my go-to social media account, here's a "starter set" of voices you should have in your life.
Tonight, my 13 year old and I had the talk. The white privilege talk. It was uncomfortable. It was messy. But, it was absolutely necessary.