but life interrupted.
And I am so glad it did:)
I woke up before the littles, but barely.
They wake at the crack of dawn...for real :o
They stagger down the stairs one at a time,
usually within thirty to forty-five minutes of one another.
We snuggle on the couch, read books, watch a show on netflix, or play the memory matching card game...depending on which of the three gets up first:)
This morning, we watch Diego and "help" him
find a lost dinosaur's mommy and daddy.
These leads to discussion about dinosaurs, animals that lay eggs,
mammals, and Creation...
and the question burning in my five year old's mind,
"So are we people or human beans, mama?"
Then the littles run upstairs to play while I make breakfast.
The big girls finally wake up about 8:45 and come downstairs.
M. takes care of the animals (chickens, goat, and ducks)
in the pouring rain,
then comes inside to curl up on the couch
with a quilt and a good book.
A. marches straight to the table in her pjs and hoodie and starts an Algebra tutorial
(I am shocked as this is not her norm, but I don't say a word;)
She despises math
but has decided that she wants to pursue a degree
in early childhood education,
so she sees this as something
that she needs to do in order to pursue her dream...
I love that she is driven and determined!
She tackles the dreadful subject about three times a week...
sometimes more, sometimes less.
I will occasionally ask her how it's going or if she's been doing it,
but I do not need to force or demand it of her.
She owns it. That's really important.
If she needs help though, I always make myself available.
M. plays the piano, then the guitar, then the violin.
The littlest two are hard at work pretending to be animal doctors,
while the kindergartner asks me to help her "read all the words" ;)
We read together, and she sounds out a lot of the sounds herself.
We are just settling in to our morning routine
and have declared this to be a lazy Monday at home when...
we get a phone call from DHS.
They need placement for a school aged boy.
They've been trying for a couple of days to place him.
So our day takes a completely different turn.
We immediately switch gears.
We move bedrooms around to give him his own space for now.
We wash linens and make up a bed.
We look for age appropriate toys, books, and clothes
because we aren't sure what he'll come with (if anything).
We talk to the littles about our new visitor.
And they totally get it.
They've been in his shoes.
They are only babies, but
they know how it feels to be in foster care.
We head to homeschool volleyball
(our normal routine but now I have a thousand things running through my mind)
and let the littles run around in the park while the big girls have time with friends.
Then we quickly head home...
scrapping dinner plans and opting for pizza
(because what kid doesn't like pizza?!)
We want the new little guy to be at ease his first night in a new home.
We wait anxiously for him to arrive.
I pray for him and ask for peace and comfort
as I imagine he is even more anxious.
He finally arrives...
and is all smiles.
We introduce everyone, show him around the house,
get his few things settled in and put away,
and get to know him over pizza.
From what his caseworker says, it looks like he may be here awhile.
This was definitely
not the day I had envisioned
when I got up this morning.
Not at all.
But oh so much better.
Because this is the beginning of an amazing journey...
one that is full of love, loss, redemption, and grace.
And we are blessed to be a part of it.
Homegrown Learners for Collage Friday