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Monday, February 6, 2023
A momma's trauma prayer
February, eight years ago, we became foster parents to what we now know as our last two foster children out of the 61 we fostered over the 13 years. Our now daughter was six at the time, and her brother, our now son, was only 5. These two souls began their lives with many mental health care trauma (predisposing factors). And our then five-year son, at the time, found out he was born with physical challenges. Just seven days after coming into our home, he and I discovered at his first-ever Muscular Dystrophy Association Clinic (MDA) that he had DMD (Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy). This was devastating news. He was only five, knowing his prior family tried to kill him and his body. This is where my mama's trauma began.
These two small souls became our forever children just 14 months after arriving in our home. However, they both came into this world with a predisposition to mental factors from their biological family. And our son, with a devastating health condition from his biological mother. Let's not forget the physical and psychological neglect, as well as the sexual abuse which was inflicted on these innocent children. In the first years of their little lives, before our home, their birth families and the adopted family. This adopted "family," who only had them less than a year, came back into foster care and our home. This in and of itself would give way to even more mental health problems, issues, conditions, and concerns. Concerns that we, known as their third set of parents, would not be adequately supported. Honestly, who would be? Even with having sixty-one children in our home and learning through the vast amount of training given to us, all we could about mental health along the way, no one could be prepared for such a dire situation our two children were and would be faced with because of their past.
Our daughter was physically and mentally neglected and abused. Our son was as well; however, he was also tortured by his prior adopted family for five months before entering back into foster care. Although these eight years have brought permanency and closure to the previous mentally and physically unstable environment, it never takes away or closes the past of the emotional, physical, and mental impact on a child's permanent state of mind.
If anyone says adoption is the beginning of a fairy-tale dream, they are sadly mistaken. When a family takes on children with the "sins of their forefathers," families begin the unexpected journey of navigating how best to heal the child and keep the family unit together. It forms a new life of unstable mental health atmosphere and the concerns of each child's state of mind at any given time of day or life's triggers. It begins a life of PTSD for the family at large and how that will forever change the family unit.
Sometimes it feels as though the horrific trauma given by the prior homes is now our own. I began my life with my deep-rooted trauma, which is now ten-fold by our children's trauma. Their trauma and triggers are now spilling over into our daily lives, which creates my triggers. Even the strongest of parents, couples, and families are forever altered by the constant change of emotional state shared by the family unit and home environment.
Unless you have lived through this tumultuous atmosphere, it is easier to explain adequately. Being an advocate for over 18 years, we have been sharing the needs of children in foster care, but now our family has forever changed. We are now living a new existence of how the rest of our lives will life out. It is hard to be in a constant home full of peace. This is and will forever be an understatement. We take those small moments of peace as a time to be grateful for those limited occasions.
Finding a new way to live out the following years of our lives will be challenging. It is hard to live with the knowledge that the findings of our children will forever make the most robust parent feel defeated. How does one see the past trauma of a teen, but on the other hand, see the poor, sometimes criminal decision made by the same teen? I pray that all of you who read this will never experience such pain and loss. However, I stand with you in support, love, and prayer for those mighty few who have lived out this parenting life.
I pray over my husband, marriage, children, and grandchildren. I pray that all see our adoption decision of the children as a gift from our God Almighty. I pray over their past, their DNA, their trauma, their decision, and their future. I pray their lives are seen as open vessels for God to change forever. To use their lives to make an impactful light for others to see. I pray they see God's grace over their lives by setting an example and showing my grace. I am confident that I can have the strength to make a difference and have the wisdom to do so as I reach my life's end.
In His Service,
Tammy
president and founder of +Foster Closet
"Mom to the Broken - Hope to the Fatherless"
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
When God Shows You How - Even on the "Ground Hog Days"
Don't you love it when God shows you just how He works? For me, it's in everyday life. Some days feel exactly like the day before! You know, "GroundHogs Days". But walking through life with God, makes each day a new step. Let me share. I wake up every day the same way, making sure our "heart kids' (adopted) get ready each day, just like the day before. Most days are struggles, although, my husband would say, Every Day. Too many times, they must be repeatedly reminded, what is expected of them. And so, the struggle of the day begins. We have had two from our belly, they knew to wake up, eat, get dressed, brush hair and teeth, and get out of the door for school. Although we know, we still say, “will our heart children they ever learn”?
This is when God Shows Up! When I'm looking, or even when I’m not noticing, He is there. Do we really look for Him in the mundane everyday moments or what about Groundhog Days? I challenge you to start today! I promise, if you take the moment to look for Him to Show Up, He will.
Parents realize these moments. You know that moment when your son has forgotten to brush his teeth 3 times in 30 min? What about when you remind your daughter to put on her shoes and you find her walking out the door with shoes in her hands, saying “I forgot to put my shoes on”. It’s so difficult to notice God moments on days like these.
When you have one of those Groundhog Days, stop and think of ALL He has given you. To everyone - He has given you Life. To parents - thank Him for giving you your children, no matter how they came into your home. Look for all their past and present unexpected, good behaviors. Thank Him for your kids being yours and you being theirs. This is the time to stop and be grateful for His provision. It is when we stop to notice that "GroundHog Days" can be His way of showing up!
To know what He looks like, you first must "know" Him. Truly seek Him. I have walked far enough away to know what it looks like not to see Him, and I know that it is better with Him. I will take Him showing up through the Groundhog Days, over walking my life alone. I get that life is hard, but knowing how to seek Him in the everyday, makes life worth living. Saying all that, I still need reminding to look because life with trauma children can be lonely.
Although, He is there, it is hard to see through the chaos, the mundane or the dozens of breakdowns in just one day, but He is still there in every moment. How do we Look through those moments? Walk away from the distraction. Take a minute to breathe, pray and seek Him. Then head back to your child's moment and He will Show Up. Then take the time teach your children to seek him through your actions.
I know, you're saying, it might take me doing this multiple times throughout the day, but this will truly help you see Him. Our family is personally going through so much right now with our kiddos, but God is bigger than my child's past, bigger than my child's trauma and more than deserving of my attention. All this, so I must show my children just what He looks like through the GroundHog Days. I am not perfect, just a mom wanting to grow, show and seek Him, so my children can watch, learn, and live in His presence in their GroundHog Days. And guess what, He will Show up for them too!!
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Saying Goodbye though His Purpose
After all this time, I still miss each and every child that entered our home. I pray they each draw close to God’s will in their lives as they become young men and women.
Please pray for each foster family caring for the children in their home who have had children leave. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Or the next. Most foster caregivers have to say goodbye more than once.
Fostering was a calling, fostering is Our calling, but God never said doing His Will, brings JOY all the time.
But He did say He is here for those who follow. I have seen, felt and know that God watches over each child who have left our home and each child who our family might not see until heaven. I have peace in knowing our family’s commitment to our purpose in fostering for 13 years. Then, adoption brought us JOY through obedience and the commitment to live vicariously though fostering! Yes, even in the saddest of times, we can find joy.
In the end, when we stand before God, we can say we Followed, Served, and Advocated though our Commitment of fostering and now.
In His Service,
Tammy
president and founder of +Foster Closet
"Mom to the Broken - Hope to the Fatherless"
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Making Thanksgiving Thankful
Eugene and Beulah Johnson's Home |
Thanksgiving 1980 |
Cousins (not all pictured) |
When each casserole dish was finally placed on tables, and we were set into our circle, holding hands around the table, Grandaddy would call on one of his sons or son-in-laws to pray God’s blessing over our bountiful meal. Each prayer throughout the years, were of thankfulness to God's richness over our family and His grace over our lives. Looking back, that is my favorite time God showed me what a home feels like for a child, and what God has intended a family should emulate. I am forever grateful for my grandparents living their lives pleasing unto the Lord and giving me a view of what they never had as children, but had chosen for each family member to see.
Fast forward 40 years, I cannot go a day without thinking of all the children entering foster care each year and wondering if have ever truly felt Thanksgiving? After 13 years of fostering 61 children, our family has learn how it must be hard to have learn someone else's "traditions", be in other family's home during the holidays. Thankful is not the word I think enters their minds. No, I think words like loneliness, fear, emptiness and being away from their own family. Their pain of separation from the only parents they have ever known. The feeling of why am I here? Who are these people? I struggle to see each perspective of how lives can change for the children in foster care and the hopeless void of the loss of their family. All that they are missing during the holidays.
Take a moment as you feel yourself being pulled from the only family you ever knew. Although, a dysfunctional family, with no traditions, prayer or laughter, but your only family they you can call your own. The same family you have lived with for your 4-10 years of life. And yet, suddenly being put into a new life with strangers who want to call you their family. We are taught from an early life, that strangers are scary. So why did those people with badges bring me into a stranger's home and why do I have to sleep in this strange bed and listen to these people who are calling me theirs? No one looks like me. No one knows what I like or don’t like to eat. All of these thoughts elude my mind as I think of our children at Thanksgiving. All their thoughts of what do I have to give to be thankful for? I just want my family. I want to go home!! Not here!
Now let me share from the perspective of what most people are thinking. "Children will love all the joys we have to give them at Thanksgiving." "The children will have a family for Thanksgiving!! "The children will have traditions." Or maybe, "These poor kids probably have never been thankful for a home." "I bet they have never known what a true Thanksgiving feels like." But we all know, what we all want for Thanksgiving is to be with family, and usually our own family.
I want to show you how we should embrace our children in foster care who enter each home this Thanksgiving and Christmas season. I pray that each child feels our love. I pray that they aren't scared, aren't too sad or cry themselves to sleep. I pray that they feel the heart of who we are in our thankful home. I want each soul to know what Thanksgiving is in the own heart and keep that memory sacred. I pray that they find our home welcoming to their fears, comforting to their tears and understanding to their ways. I hope you see a child from their perspective and not what we want them to see.
If I teach our world anything, it would be that our core family is a constant for a thankful home. Thanksgiving is a time to show the true meaning of family, through our gentleness in their lives. That each child can see what the true meaning of Thanksgiving is for them. That they can one day remember the sights, sounds, and emotional moments valued in our foster care homes. One day each child who has entered our home, will grow up to have families, and my prayer is they want the treasured memories of love, comfort and a shared respect for family.
Sincerely Blessed, Thankful and Filled with His love this Thanksgiving!
In His Service,
Tammy
president and founder of +Foster Closet
"Mom to the Broken - Hope to the Fatherless"