Graduation

When we adopted two troubled boys from Social Services, our hopes and dreams were that we would help them to make a life for themselves, graduate from high school and have decent jobs.  That was only 4 ½ years ago. Today one of them graduates from high school and has a job lined up with one of the large cities near him. I am not sure what he is doing yet, but he has a job and he is graduating! It is our older son that is graduating. We didn’t think he would ever get to this point because he had to return to Social Services 7 months after the adoption. It has been a long hard road for him, but he has done this basically on his own—that is if you don’t count all the prayers that have continually gone out for him.

Right now we are both very proud of him for accomplishing this.

 

In the meantime, his younger brother had another episode this week and is back in a youth psychiatric ward at a nearby hospital. Their older sister, who we have unofficially adopted, is married with an 8 year old boy and a 8 month old baby. Right now they think she may have some brain tumors—more this time than several years ago. The older son does not know about either of his siblings medical problems—we don’t want to bring him down when this is the happiest point in his life so far. There will be time to tell him in a few days.

 

My hubby went to a conference this week and was not home when most of this was going on (getting one in a hospital and finding out about the other on the same day). He spent most of last night fixing the glass in a door that had been broken by the younger son. I do ask my family and friends to please keep me in your prayers as I still feel like I haven’t dealt with any of this personally. I think I am on “automatic” and doing what needs to be done to keep things from falling apart. My next round of classes starts next week and I pray I get everything done in a timely manner. When I look over all of this, I know I need to write a book (or two!). There are times when I feel like I’m in a “movie of the week”—those movies they had when I was growing up that showed people going through traumatic things and how they deal with it. The thing is, I could have scripts for movies of the week for several weeks from things that have happened in just this past year.

 

This is being posted on my blog, mainly because I want the praise of the graduation in here, but also because there is lots of prayer being requested also—including for me and my hubby. I know that none of us could survive without it.