“The simple act of caring is heroic.”
So this post is about my oldest son and his family. They have, if I have this right, fourteen children. Some are biological but most are adopted. It begins as foster parenting but the kids, they find, are meant to stay.
My husband and I recently visited with some of their family at their lake home. Son, Paul, was there with seven of the kids, most with special needs, while his wife, Renee, was off on a visit until lunch time with two others.
What I observed – Paul never got to stop feeding, dressing, supervising dressing, changing diapers, administering meds, and making breakfasts. All the while he was calmly visiting with us while he went about his tasks. The other thing we observed were the kids – all polite, and those who could, did for themselves. The house was delightfully busy without clamor or upset.
Just before lunch we got a view of the area lakes from their pontoon.
That’s Paul with Calvin, their latest adoptee, in his cool Spider Man life vest. Calvin is also known as “The Tornado” because of his constant motion, his skills at climbing, and his ability to open almost any door or cabinet. So much work tires out a fellow and Calvin is, in this picture, quickly approaching nap time.
Another blessing in my life. Their example and spirit surrounds a person when visiting. It makes a body feel good. Also makes me feel tired! How does he do it?
Loveya – Grandma Pat
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.