Hi friends! For those of you that are new to my site, WELCOME! This little corner of the Internet is where I talk about the messy world of parenting littles, the uncertainty that comes with military life, the unpredictability of foster care, and how I search for God's grace in the ashes of my life. In just a few short weeks, I will also be releasing my first book that is available for pre-order beginning October 12th! (Release Date is December 6th).
To celebrate my book's release, I want to honor a family who is actively pursuing adoption!
If you followed me back in March of this year, you know that I hosted my first adoption fundraiser for The Powers family and it was a resounding success! My friends and followers rallied together and raised over $2,000 to help the Powers bring their daughter home - I was floored, humbled and flabberghasted. My people love so hard and I had such a blast hosting a party for them. So you know what? I want to do it ALL OVER AGAIN. Will you join me?!
First things first - WE NEED TO FIND AN ADOPTIVE FAMILY! Do you know one?
First Part: Noonday Collection. Have you heard of it? If not, click HERE immediately and check out ALL THE THINGS! Don't you want every single piece? The best part of Noonday, however, is not the gorgeous jewelry and accessories, but rather their mission as a company. According to their website, "We partner with talented artisan entrepreneurs to make a difference in some of the world’s most vulnerable communities. By developing artisan businesses through fair trade, we empower them to grow sustainably and to create dignified jobs for people who need them. Together we’re building a flourishing world where children are cherished, women are empowered, people have jobs and we are connected."
*Noonday drops the mic"
Cherish the babes? Empower the women? Give people jobs? Yes, ma'am, I'm in! So on November 19th, I'll throw a big ol' party for my local friends in honor of the lucky family. (But don't worry, everyone can shop online!) Once the shopping is complete, Noonday will donate 10% of all the Adoption Trunk Show sales to the lucky family, AND my Noonday ambassador friend, Jill, will match Noonday's 10% donation as well -thereby giving the adoptive family 20% of all sales! Christmas time is a comin' friends, so why not shop for a cause?!
Second Part: McKinley's Book. On October 12th, my book Parenting Littles is Fun and Easy: Dispelling the Myths of Motherhood One Devotion at a Time, will be available for Pre-Order! But these pre-orders are special because they are for SIGNED copies only! In addition to all of the extra goodies you will receive when you preorder, I will be donating 10% of my pre-order sales to the adoptive family! Buy my book and help a baby. It's that simple!
Third Part: Donations. As always, some people feel compelled to give without receiving ANYTHING in return. I adore you and think you are an incredible blessing. Thank you for your heart to care for adoptive families - it is awe-inspiring! Once the lucky family is selected, I will set up a Give, Send, Go page to receive donations directly.
So what can you do to help?
I'm currently galavanting across the mainland in the heat of the summer to see our family! It's a busy season, so I'll make this quick, but I have so much to tell you!
First off, that pesky little book I've written is actually going to be printed! If you've signed up for my Monthly Mutterings (which you can do HERE) you know that I've spent the last year gettin' all rejected and stuff. But then, I met Renee. She calls herself a Dream Defender, which is basically the coolest title ever and I wish I was clever enough to have such a hip title for myself. But anyway, I digress.
Renee has published nine books (Bless her.) using both traditional methods and self-publishing. Now, in addition to her own writing, she helps newbies like me get published! This looks a lot like holding my hand and patting my head and swaddling me up and rocking me into a calm state of productivity. Sometimes isn't that all we need - a mother-like mentor who has paved the way for us?
With this beautifully painful kick in the butt from Renee, we are on schedule to see this little book in print by the end of the year! So to celebrate, I'm giving away some things that I'm loving this summer. All of the giveaways will be happening over on my Facebook page, and the first giveaway starts on Monday, so be on the lookout!
First off, BOOKS!
Do you know Sophie Hudson? She is the epitome of southern hospitality mixed with an appropriate amount of sass and a whole heck of a lot of FUNNY. She wrote this adorable little book with a ridiculous title called Giddy Up, Eunice. The book is a call to women of all ages encouraging them to do life together. Sophie is approachable and vulnerable, but will set you on the straight and narrow before you even know where you're headed. I want another woman to get their hands on this gem this summer so I'm giving a copy away!
For the Kids:
We are currently doing A LOT of traveling, but it was made a whole lot sweeter when my boys got their hands on the newest Lost My Name book. Do you remember in January when I gave one of these away? Well I think this new book might be even better than their first! The book is called The Incredible Intergalactic Journey Home and it is filled with some magical personal touches. Not only is your child the main character of the story, but Lost My Name has partnered up with Bing Maps and they use YOUR actual address and an aerial view of YOUR actual house to take your child on a wild ride through the universe UNTIL...you guessed it...your kid finds his way back home. Britton almost lost his mind when he saw his actual house in the book.
I would also love to add that Lost My Name's customer service center is top-notch. My address wasn't registering in their automated system so their technical angels went above and beyond to make sure Britton's book was not only personalized, but accurate. So, if your kiddos need another book on their summer reading list, this one is a keeper! This giveaway is kicking off on Wednesday, so head on over to Facebook then to enter!
For Me or You or Mom or Friend or Daughter:
I met this girl at the beach. She is an adorable, blond, southern belle with a firecracker of a daughter. I obviously fell hard for both of them instantly. Come to find out she is an incredible jewelry artists and also designs BEA-U-TIFUL shirts. I mean, these shirts are ALL THE RAGE. With just 6 weeks left of summer weather, I want to get TWO of you into one of these beautifully designed shirts. You can follow Blair at Just B Creations on Facebook or take a look at her Etsy shop. This giveaway is kicking off on Friday (7/29) with a winner being chosen in time for church on Sunday morning. This one is going to be doubly sweet since I'm drawing two names to win shirts!
Welp...that's it for now, my friends! I've got packing to do as we are off to our next adventure, but make sure you're following me on Facebook to find out how you can get your hands on some goodies!
Don't They Know?
He’s leaving us tomorrow. I mean…they are taking him away. Or should I say they found him another home? I’m not sure which way to say it because all the words sting.
Don’t they know I listened to him speak his first words? Or that he called me “mommy” long before the age that either of my boys gave me that title? Don’t they know I spent weeks desperately trying to get him on a schedule – rocking his little body, rubbing his back, crying out in exhaustion wondering how on Earth I would care for this child? Don’t they know my boys call him “brother”? What will they think when their “brother” no longer lives with us? Will they wonder if their time in this home is conditional, too – if it’s temporary? Don’t they know that I can’t cook dinner without wearing him on my back? Or that the minute I put him down, he cries “Hold me, mommy” until I reach out again to scoop him up? I mean, seriously, DON’T THEY KNOW?
It’s been four weeks since we found out our little BF** was leaving us. We sat face-to-face with the social worker as she broke the news slowly. I could tell she was surprised – surprised that the state had found family who were not only interested in caring for him, but also suitable caretakers. My mouth became dry, the tears began to well up under the surface. A knot filled my throat and I was unable to speak. My brain was going through the facts, “Come on, McKinley. You knew this was a possibility. It is Foster Care, after all.” But my heart was cracking because deep down I pictured him in our family forever. And, to be honest, I had to. I couldn’t be anything less than all in. All in to caring for him. All in to including him. All in to loving him unconditionally. All in to nurturing him and teaching him and shepherding him as if he was my own. But the risk of being all in is that you have it all to lose.
“So now what?” I wondered. Are they going to just show up one day and take him away? Is he going to cry uncontrollably as they pry him away from my body? Will I be able to let him go? Are we going to stare at each other with tears in our eyes as the state car drives away, taking him to his fourth home in seven months? Are we going to see him again or will we forever wonder what his little life holds?
The questions kept filling my brain as I stared at the social worker and did my best to stay calm and nonchalant. “Oh, yes, I’m ok”, I muttered. “I always knew this was a possibility. I’m so thankful he gets to live with some family members.” The right words were flowing from my mouth, but my heart was wrenching inside my chest.
There is a selfish part of me that wanted the dramatic ending. An ending where somehow I felt validated in the work I had done – a sort of pat on the back. A part of me that wanted to see the new caretakers face the same struggles that I had. A part that wanted someone to look at my family and say, “I’m sorry, we know you are the best option for baby, but we have to follow the state’s rules and place him with family.”
As I type those words, I am slapped in the face with the realities of our human condition. I am completely selfish and terribly broken. What would make me wish struggles on his new caretakers? Why would I want a dramatic (and traumatic) ending? It’s incredible how our defense mechanisms start building formidable walls around our hearts when we face loss and grief. It’s been a prayerful and daily decision to break those walls down and hope for the best possible transition for BF, because, after all, HE (and other children like him) are the reason we dove into this journey in the first place.
For the past three weeks we have been in the transition process. BF had previously only met his new caretakers one time in his life, so it was important that he built a relationship with them before the final transition occurred. The visits started gradually and increased in frequency and duration. My heart felt like it was playing a game of tug-of-war. The family members were pulling him in with great enthusiasm, while I was struggling to hold on. Then, when BF would return to our home, my heart briefly felt that I was gaining ground in the game, but my head knew that wasn’t the case. I began to wonder, does it have to feel this way? Do I have to be hurting when they are joyful? Or can I adjust my thinking to gain new perspective?
After the first two weeks of tugging on my heart strings, I began to see the transition differently. I understood that if I’d give up my selfish desires, it could look less like tug-of-war and more like “Parachute Day” in an Elementary P.E. class. The parachute only works when we have multiple people holding a different edge of the chute all waving our hands up and down in unison to make it float or flap or bounce a ball. With more people around the edge of the parachute, we are now able to lift the parachute up really high and sneak underneath to sit on the edge – creating a peaceful protective haven around our little fella’. No one wins in a tug-of-war game. Sure, you might have pulled the other team across the centerline, but you are undoubtedly sore, exhausted and perhaps squarely on your bottom. But around the parachute, we are energized, encouraged, bound to one another with the same goal. By giving BF these new caretakers, we’ve simply added two more people around the parachute who are ready to lavishly love him.
So what about our job? What was the point?
There is a clothing company in Hawaii whose logo looks like this:
You see it everywhere – on car decals, on shirts, on shoes, on surfboards. When friends come to visit, they often ask “What is that ‘Heki’ brand that I see all over the place?”
“It doesn’t actually say ‘Heki’,” I reply. “If you look closely it just says HE>i ‘He is Greater than I’”. The logo was inspired by John 3:30 that says, “He (Jesus) must become greater and I must become less.”
John the Baptist spoke these words as a way to point people to Jesus. God sent John as a prophet just before Jesus began his ministry and John never forgot that his main role was to announce the coming of our Redeemer. The words in John 3:30 are words of selfless adoration for the One true Savior.
We haven’t been called to be BF’s permanent saviors – his new caretakers have. And while we have done our best to point BF to the Almighty Savior during his time in our home, we must also point him to his new earthly saviors. They must become greater in BF’s eyes and we must become less.
As I was reading more about John the Baptist, I was reminded again that he himself was a miracle baby. Do you know who his parents were? Yea, I couldn’t remember either – Bible memorization has never been my gift, so help me, Jesus. In Luke 1:5-23 we find the story of Elizabeth and Zechariah the priest. “Both of them were upright in the sight of God,” we are told in scripture, but they had no children. Elizabeth was barren and they were both well beyond childbearing age. But alas, God had greater plans for these servants and sent his angel, Gabriel, to tell them they would finally bear a son. Much like we waited to welcome BF into our home, so too did Zechariah and Elizabeth wait to have a child. Gabriel told Zechariah in verses 16-17 that his son “would bring the people back to the Lord Their God and would go before the Lord, in the spirit and power of Elijah, to turn the hearts of the fathers to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous – to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.” That is a SERIOUS promise for a son.
Can you imagine what it would be like to have such a clear and distinct calling on your child’s life? Can you imagine how much John must have learned from his father Zechariah? I’m sure he was reminded daily about the promise God made with him. I bet Zechariah constantly told John how he was called by God to fulfill a great mission on this Earth. Whenever John would doubt his abilities, I’m sure Zechariah’s love and encouragement kept John motivated to move forward in advancing the Kingdom of God.
John the Baptist didn’t just come out of nowhere to prepare the way for Jesus. God had a plan for him that is recorded in scripture, and John stays true to plan throughout the Bible. Just like John, God placed a specific calling on our lives – care for orphans. Sometimes we doubted if that’s really what God wanted us to do, but then He sent us BF, our own little Zechariah, to remind us of the promise he made to us last summer. Everything about BF was a reminder of God’s promise to us. The way he smiled at us. The way he demanded our attention and clung to us. The way he melted in our arms. All of these were reminders that he desperately needed a home and God had sent him to us for that exact reason. God’s promise was clear to us last summer, but when we were in the middle of the storm, sometimes we needed our own Zechariah to remind us of it.
Tomorrow is coming, and he is leaving. Daniel, the boys and I have done what we believe God called us to do. To be clear, we did not do it perfectly by any stretch of the imagination, but through it all, we strove to be obedient. We have served BF when he needed it the most and our job now is to point him in the direction of the new caretakers. And for those of you who might be interested, they are lovely people who are beyond excited to parent him in the event his parents aren’t able to.
While heart-wrenching at times, the transition has gone as smoothly as possible, and all reports from the family say that he is adjusting well and is happy throughout the day when he is with them. There will be no drama and most importantly no trauma for BF. The new caretakers have been incredibly gracious towards us and want us to continue to be a part of BF’s life. When it comes to Foster Care stories, our story is a highlight – a beautiful textbook example of what can happen when people put the child’s needs first.
I guess maybe THEY DO KNOW. They know that he will be loved unconditionally by his new caretakers. They know that he will grow up knowing his Hawaiian culture and speaking his native language. They know that I was his Mommy when he needed one the most, but that he will also readjust beautifully to his new home. They know that BF will grow up to know his family members in a safe and healthy way. They know that we love him, but they know that he will be just as loved in his new home. I guess they knew it all along, but now, I know it too.
**BF is the term I use when referring to our foster child. It stands for "Baby Friend" since that is what my sons referred to him as long before he entered our house.
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