This week, like many other weeks, one volunteer found herself holding a days-old baby for a few hours at the child welfare office. Feeling all the feels that come with that experience – joy, fullness, sadness, helplessness, wonderment and despair – all very much at once, she did what came naturally to her…but what affect could that eventually have?
During our November board meeting, the question was posed: what are you most proud of in the last decade? My mind swirled. How can I pick one thing? The word fullness came to mind.
I have four kids in elementary school this year. Do you know how much I spent on school supplies? It was… alarming, and just a tad overwhelming to fulfill the lists for each class.
I’m sitting at gymnastics watching my Kindergartner keep up with a class of 3rd and 4th graders. He’s easily a foot and a half shorter and not nearly as polished, but the boy can run circles around them.
We’re half way through Foster Care Awareness Month, but are we really more aware? We asked a child welfare worker to share an insider’s perspective about the pressures of social work, the daily impossible heartache, and what a simple interaction with an Office Mom did to make it feel a little more bearable.
March is Social Worker Appreciation month so it’s fitting that I take a moment to explain one of our core Values. We value social workers. That’s the long and short of it. When we began this little nonprofit adventure over five years ago, we knew that honoring the difficult work that social workers do would be an integral part of our mission.
Questions are a lifelong struggle for children who have come through the foster care system. In this edition, our guest blogger, foster mom and former Office Mom discusses the struggle of raising kids with a redacted history.
Attending a funeral at the start of a new year is sobering, to say the least. When talk of health and hope swirls around like a wintery January breeze, I am reminded that death is a cloud looming ever-present.
I had the privilege of listening to a speech today that was meant to inspire educators. It was given by a woman who had overcome incredible obstacles in her life and had woven a beautiful tapestry from the pieces of her trauma.
Kids. They grow up so fast. (And nothing makes me sound older than when I say that phrase.)
My #4 child started Kindergarten this Fall. (It was a glorious day!) #3 cares deeply about how his hair looks; #2 is talking about what college she wants to attend; and #1 just breached 90 pounds and wants to play football. He’s in fourth grade. It feels too soon for this. Slow down a little, guys!