“O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here — that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.” – Walt Whitman
“On mission and on task: 2017 brought about exciting changes to the OMD organization.”
A Jew and a Christian walk into a bar.
…have I got your attention? Good. Because it wasn’t a bar, it was a child welfare office, but that felt too wordy for an opening line.
My little boy turned five last weekend. Each day leading up to The Big Day we fiercely debated what the words “today”, “tomorrow”, and “not yet” meant.
The Lynnwood, Wa Office Moms & Dads, together with Sowing Roots and Fostering Together, are hosting a gigantic holiday party for foster kids this December!
Director’s Notes is pushing pause today to hear from one of the newest members of our OMD family. As Volunteer Coordinator for our Caldwell, Idaho office, Sarah Wicks has written the story of her first experience as an Office Mom. It is a beautiful tribute to the raw heartbreak of volunteering, the richness of parenthood, and the abundance found in the middle of it.
As I navigated the maze of cubicles hung with beautiful quilts, I donned a black apron embroidered with “Office Mom” in purple.
National Adoption Day is November 16, 2017. Office Moms & Dads volunteers, in partnership with the DSHS Adoption Services team, are looking for donations of gift baskets for adoptive families in Clark County, Washington.
Fundraising is not my favorite thing. This is no secret. In fact, I’ve said it to crowds I was fundraising in front of. If it were up to me, I would barter and trade my way through life – one labor of love for another. If it were up to me, world currency would be based on the going rate for a jar of lovingly prepared strawberry jam or pickled beets….
It got me thinking, what would life be like for a person whose roots were shallow – or spread thin? What if you grew up in so many different places, at so many different addresses, that you had no place to retreat where the air is heavy and sunsets last for hours – a place you could call home and be from…