I miss who I was pre foster care and adoption.
Stranger Things

PR's Tumblrdome
almost home

Kiana Khansmith
Sweet Seals For You, Always
$LAYYYTER

izzy's playlists!
Monterey Bay Aquarium


ā

Discoholic šŖ©
hello vonnie
I'd rather be in outer space šø
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

JVL
cherry valley forever
Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell
art blog(derogatory)
Three Goblin Art

seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from T1

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from T1

seen from Malaysia
seen from Panama
seen from United States

seen from Philippines

seen from United States
@fosteringlove
I miss who I was pre foster care and adoption.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Well, school lost my disabled kid today. He eloped (not typical behavior for him) from the fenced playground and was gone for 10 minutes. 10 minutes! Nobody noticed he was gone. Heās one of four kids in his class.
Heās okay.
Iām so tired š
Life Lately
⢠after 13 years, I officially closed my foster care license
⢠the kids are growing like weeds and are 5, nearly 9 and 13 years old
⢠parenting three incredibly different children is by far the hardest thing Iāve ever done
⢠between the state of this country and life, Iām surviving (very far from thriving) but doing my best to stay afloat
This is how life feels like lately. Behaviors on top of behaviors.
Oof š
We finished up the school year today. The kids are officially done with 6th grade, 2nd grade and preschool, while I wrapped up my 14th year at my school. Crazy.
It was a hard year. The climate around education has changed so much post Covid and the burnout rate is so high right now. Behaviors that wouldāve been flagged pre-Covid are almost the norm now. Us educators are tired.
My oldest switched schools in November from our home district neighborhood school to a completely special ed school. Quite frankly, it broke my heart (still does). A lot of stuff went down in our home district that should not have, but my boy was telling me āIām sadā everyday as I had to shove him out of the car. To go from such a great, inclusive elementary school experience to what happened at the middle school level, sucked big time.
Iām glad the year is over. I love my job, but my future there is up in the air due to lack of before school care now that heās not at a school within my district. Finding any reliable care for my disabled preteen has been damn near impossible.
Hereās to summer and trying to figure shit out.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
2024
Iām not one for resolutions or words at this point in my life, so hereās a quick life update.
ā¢I just finalized my third (and final) adoption last week.
ā¢The kids are now 12, 7 and 3 years old. Theyāre great, but theyāre also a lot. Sometimes it feels like too much for one parent, but here we are and here weāll be.
ā¢My foster license is good for another year, but I doubt Iāll take anymore placements. Finding daycare is hard and really we are already outgrowing our tiny house. Once my license expires, Iāll likely just offer respite vs renewing and doing full time foster care.
ā¢For the first time in my parenting journey, due to a policy change at work, Iām able to take a maternity leave after this last adoption. For so long maternity leave at my job has been unpaid (as a single parent, I could never afford the time off), but now itās paid, so Iām looking forward to having a little time to myself. Itās not super long, but itās something.
ā¢Iām chronically tired/stressed, but who isnāt at this point š¤·š»āāļø
Nobody warns you about the immense sadness you feel when your disabled child graduates from elementary school. Not because heās getting older, but because heās leaving a group of educators who, not only are incredible at their jobs, but who genuinely love your kid. ā„ļøš„ŗ
Itās been a minute since Iāve been on here.
Life is hard.
There are days where I hate being a mom.
A lot of days actually.
The struggle with one of the kids is real, but help/therapy/meds are months out and even though Iāve been fostering for nearly 10 years at this point, the āvillageā is nonexistent.
Work is fine, I mean, as fine as it can be in the education field in the time of Covid, with kids far too young to be vaccinated š«.
Thatās it. Things will eventually get better, but it always sucks in the trenches, especially when youāre doing it alone.
Day 68: Today I had to tell my four year old she couldnāt hug her teacher, as she was running towards her with open arms šš.
I have a lot to say, but it all comes down to today was hard.
Day 28 of quarantine broke me. Weāll try again tomorrow.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Day 17: still staying home š .
For real. There will be some homeschool work, but really, we will be in survival mode over here. Itās going to be a long 30 days of shelter in place, but we have been/will continue to do our part in trying to stop the spread of this virus. Be well.
One Little Word
You know those people who have that one little word for the new year? Yeah, Iāve never been one of those peopleā¦until this coming year I guess. As I was sitting here thinking about the last decade, one little word kept coming to mind (Iāll get to that in a minute).
Letās talk about the last decade.
I started a career in early childhood special education and am still working in the same school with coworkers (now friends) I adore and kids who keep me on my toes. I became a single foster and adoptive mom. Over the last eight years Iāve welcomed 10 littles into my home/family, 2 of whom became forever mine. Crazy!
Those were the biggest/positive events Iād say. There were other happy things Iām sure, but nothing else really stands out except the losses.
Two years ago I lost all three of my grandparents in a span of four months, including my only grandpa who died on my 32nd birthday, merely 36 hours after his wife of 69 years, my grandma died. While all of them were in their 90s, they were still in pretty good health, until they suddenly werenāt. Itās still hard without them here.
Looking back, loss has been a word for the decade. Not all huge sudden losses, but ļæ¼subtle losses that added up over time. As I started fostering and my big boy came along, I poured everything into him. Itās what needed to happen. Itās what he needed. What I didnāt realize (at the time), is that I eventually lost me. My identity became his (foster) mom. I drifted away and lost friends. I lost my interests mostly because of lack of time. Iāve definitely dealt with some depression (which I think I hide pretty well/donāt really talk about it) because of all of it. I donāt regret any of the last decade other than wishing I would have taken people up on their offers to help, babysit, hang out (even if my house was a mess), etc. I wish I wouldāve made time for me, for things I enjoyed doing, for my friends.
Which brings me to my one little word for 2020.
ā¢Reconnect
I want to reconnect with me (pre-kid me), with hobbies I used to love, with old friends, who I think about all the time and miss dearly.
While this past decade has brought me the two best things that have ever happened to me, itās also been the loneliest. So incredibly lonely. So many tears.
So hereās to reconnecting and hopefully, a little more happinessāØ.
Talk to me about navigating NYC with kids. Is it as much of a nightmare as I think it might be? I can still wear Poppy on my back, but would need a stroller for the big guy. Iām aware of the crowds, but more so concerned about the accessibility. Weād likely stay outside of the city and take the train in because weād have to drive out there.
Real life: when weāre at home, these two are always within armās reach of me. Sometimes itās endearing, other times, it drives me crazy.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Some days I wish I could just run away. Today was one of those days.
Letās talk foster care
Itās been pretty quiet here, for quite some time, on the foster care front, other than my three week stint with respite babe Goldie. My license is due to be renewed at the end of January and I think Iām going to close it. I donāt really want to, but between the crazy disorganization of CPS, which only seems to be getting worse, and lack of calls (even though the county is āraining babiesā), it seems to make sense to close. I donāt feel like Iām done with fostering, but maybe for this season I am. I donāt know. I go back and forth all the time because I absolutely love fostering.
Time will tell I suppose.