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to find celebrations throughout the week.
Today I heard his story and it soothed the story I am living. Jay had a day where he made a choice he wished he didn’t make. Then he lied to cover it up.
This morning I was trying to celebrate the way Jay quickly turned to the truth and then, as soon as he got in the car with Andy after school, he told him the whole story.
This is a celebration. The turning to the truth is always a celebration. Admitting the truth is also a celebration. These are big steps in trust and security. These are steps I can rejoice as his momma, but the truth of the matter is the damage is still done. He made a mistake and it is one that people will remember.
I carried this bittersweet celebration with me into today’s opening session of CAFO 2015
, trying to cling to the truth that healing is always a process and this is evidence of Jay’s healing.
Then I heard Diego’s story. As a teenage foster child, he burnt down his parent’s house. His dad told the story, telling of getting clothes at Walmart for the next day and checking into a hotel. Diego had foster brothers and they were all sure they would be moved to a new placement the next day.
This never happened, because their parents knew the commitment of forever families.
Today, Diego surprised his dad by showing up on stage beside him. He shared the power of unconditional love. Because of the big mistake of burning the house to the ground and the family remained intact, Diego (and his brothers) realized the power of being engrafted into a family.
There I sat, a little momma from a little town with a little boy who made a poor choice the day before. And I realized it’s the love that shows up on the other side of the poor choices that heals a child. When love stands firm on the other side of a poor choice, family becomes real. Love is real.
I celebrate — truly celebrate — getting to love my son on the other side of a tough day. I celebrate the power of sharing stories so we can make one another resilient. I celebrate healing love.
I hope you’ll celebrate and invite someone to join us!
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