When Mr. P and I got married this blog was about us. After Frances was born I mostly posted about her. Then we became foster parents and the frequency with which I wrote really picked up and I was writing mostly about our foster children. When I think about why that is, I really feel that it's because this blog has a bit of a purpose.
First, I write for myself to hash things out as they happen. This helps me to be patient because when you write about your experiences you have the time to examine your motives and whether your behavior is what you would want from yourself.
One great example of this is Natalie, David and Maggie's big sister. My first instinct with her was to be frustrated with her and to really sit her down and explain a few things. But then I started writing about her and I realized; whoa, this girl got pregnant when she was 13. Her mother has moved from man to man and she has lost everything because of it. Of course she's selfish and immature. She's never been given an opportunity to expect more from herself or anyone else.
Second, I write this blog because I am very passionate about what I do. Anyone who knew me as a teenager can attest to that. I have always been very intensely concerned about right and wrong. Most of the times I got in trouble with my parents was over my opinion of how they were parenting one of my siblings. My dad liked to call me impertinent. I'd call that accurate. Hopefully as an adult, I've learned to largely channel that intensity to the right situations and the right methods.
I hope that instead of being off-putting my intensity can be inspiring. That maybe it'll bring someone to do something they've "always thought of doing" but haven't taken the opportunity. Whether it's foster care or volunteering at a school or whatever it is you think about, I hope you take the chance to do something you've always thought about doing and do it. "Never suppress a generous thought."
I believe that foster parenting is the right thing to do. I believe that we have a responsibility to serve our fellow man in whatever way our circumstances permit. And I know that when Mr. P and I have made the decision to help one child or another or made a sacrifice to be better able to be foster parents we have only been greatly blessed in return. Allowing generous thoughts to blossom reminds Mr. P and I of how perfectly charmed our life is and brings us only more blessings. But those blessings are not for us. They are for us to give to others again and again and again.