"MOMMY!! Marriela is bleeding!!"
I run up the stairs to find that my daughter has found where I stash my razors and decided to shave. Now, she says she was shaving her cheek, but somehow she managed to "shave" her LIP! Really? We apply pressure, some ice, and pour some rootbeer, soon all is well.
"Mommy!! Sergio is in the fruit punch again."
Pull my son's arm out of the large container of red fruit punch. I dry off a very stained, red arm. Off to his room for yet another time out. Good Lord this child is determined to find liquid!
"Mommy!! I'm stuck!"
Arrive to the boy's room to find Cody with nothing but his legs sticking straight up, with his head wedged along the side of his bed. Apparently a toy tried to escape the beating it received daily at the hands of my 7 year old son. . . and Cody went to retrieve the deserter. I pull up my son, with his toy in hand.
The needs are never ending. The creativity of the needs is always shocking. The number of needs is beyond comprehension. Shoes are too loose, shoe laces are too tight. Socks are too loose, socks are too tight. Beds are wet, backs are itchy, dogs have fleas (not really but seems to be an ongoing issue for the kids), computers won't connect, X-box is off-line, medical bracelets are too loose (and then broken), kids are missing, kids are found, teeth need brushing, bodies need washing. . . oh my, I'm amazed I have any brain matter left!
My daughter has made it her mission to convince me that I NEED another child. I apparently owe her a sister. She blames me for taking her precious Ethel, our foster daughter, to the hospital and letting her die. And in fact, she's not entirely wrong. . .I did, in fact, take Ethel to the hospital where I was blessed to help my daughter-who-was-suppose-to-be, pass from this world full of pain and misery and move to one of peace and love. I was her mom for the entire time she was with us, I fought for her like her mother, I loved her like her mother. Marriela likewise, loved her like a sister and in the blink of an eye, made a connection that no one could have predicted. But, I have reassured her that I am NOT having another child, nor am I looking to bring any more children into my home. She is not convinced and thinks that if she gives me daily, and loud, reminders, then I will be swayed. Not happening. Recently, I resorted to telling her that I would adopted ONLY if she can find a purple baby with pink polk-a-dots and orange eyes. If, and only if, she can find me a baby that looks like that, then we'll adopt again.
My daughter has also made it her mission to convince me that we NEED an RV. For all those camping trips we don't and can't take, sure, we need an RV. Again, not happening.
My other children are convinced we NEED a hot tub. For Joshua who hates water, Marriela who is terrified of hot tubs (don't ask), Trayvon who can't use one and Cody who is all of 50 pounds and can't stand the warmth for more than a minute or two. So we need one for ME to clean and keep free of algae. If it's anything like the pool, we'll fail.
"Sergio is in the toilet again." Oh that child!! How does he know to watch the lock on the door and can wait it out patiently to grab a quick chance to splash in the icy coldness of filth in a toilet bowl. UGH.
So we have lots of NEEDS here. Some perceived by the children, some demanded by the children and some, well. . . sometimes there are just no words to address those crazy needs I find myself facing on a far to regular occasion.
Alas, once the needs come to an end, I'll be wishing for and looking to find kids who need me. So, I'll enjoy removing the red stains from my son's arm, hiding the razors from my precocious daughter and try to keep the toys somewhat cleaned up so my son doesn't need to fall headfirst looking for them. Hugs.
I run up the stairs to find that my daughter has found where I stash my razors and decided to shave. Now, she says she was shaving her cheek, but somehow she managed to "shave" her LIP! Really? We apply pressure, some ice, and pour some rootbeer, soon all is well.
"Mommy!! Sergio is in the fruit punch again."
Pull my son's arm out of the large container of red fruit punch. I dry off a very stained, red arm. Off to his room for yet another time out. Good Lord this child is determined to find liquid!
"Mommy!! I'm stuck!"
Arrive to the boy's room to find Cody with nothing but his legs sticking straight up, with his head wedged along the side of his bed. Apparently a toy tried to escape the beating it received daily at the hands of my 7 year old son. . . and Cody went to retrieve the deserter. I pull up my son, with his toy in hand.
The needs are never ending. The creativity of the needs is always shocking. The number of needs is beyond comprehension. Shoes are too loose, shoe laces are too tight. Socks are too loose, socks are too tight. Beds are wet, backs are itchy, dogs have fleas (not really but seems to be an ongoing issue for the kids), computers won't connect, X-box is off-line, medical bracelets are too loose (and then broken), kids are missing, kids are found, teeth need brushing, bodies need washing. . . oh my, I'm amazed I have any brain matter left!
My daughter has made it her mission to convince me that I NEED another child. I apparently owe her a sister. She blames me for taking her precious Ethel, our foster daughter, to the hospital and letting her die. And in fact, she's not entirely wrong. . .I did, in fact, take Ethel to the hospital where I was blessed to help my daughter-who-was-suppose-to-be, pass from this world full of pain and misery and move to one of peace and love. I was her mom for the entire time she was with us, I fought for her like her mother, I loved her like her mother. Marriela likewise, loved her like a sister and in the blink of an eye, made a connection that no one could have predicted. But, I have reassured her that I am NOT having another child, nor am I looking to bring any more children into my home. She is not convinced and thinks that if she gives me daily, and loud, reminders, then I will be swayed. Not happening. Recently, I resorted to telling her that I would adopted ONLY if she can find a purple baby with pink polk-a-dots and orange eyes. If, and only if, she can find me a baby that looks like that, then we'll adopt again.
My daughter has also made it her mission to convince me that we NEED an RV. For all those camping trips we don't and can't take, sure, we need an RV. Again, not happening.
My other children are convinced we NEED a hot tub. For Joshua who hates water, Marriela who is terrified of hot tubs (don't ask), Trayvon who can't use one and Cody who is all of 50 pounds and can't stand the warmth for more than a minute or two. So we need one for ME to clean and keep free of algae. If it's anything like the pool, we'll fail.
"Sergio is in the toilet again." Oh that child!! How does he know to watch the lock on the door and can wait it out patiently to grab a quick chance to splash in the icy coldness of filth in a toilet bowl. UGH.
So we have lots of NEEDS here. Some perceived by the children, some demanded by the children and some, well. . . sometimes there are just no words to address those crazy needs I find myself facing on a far to regular occasion.
Alas, once the needs come to an end, I'll be wishing for and looking to find kids who need me. So, I'll enjoy removing the red stains from my son's arm, hiding the razors from my precocious daughter and try to keep the toys somewhat cleaned up so my son doesn't need to fall headfirst looking for them. Hugs.
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