The Lessons We Forget

Every year for 3 years now, I go to Branson in October. And I don’t take my husband or kids.

No, I go alone.

[image error]Well, sort of alone – I rode there with these ladies.

But it’s not all fun and games – I go there to meet 100+ other moms who “get it”. We’ve fostered. We’ve adopted. We’ve been in the trenches loving children who’ve experienced trauma (separation from a person’s birth family is the most basic trauma these children have experienced and, for most, it’s been far worse).

This time in Br...