Six months after our sons came home, I began to wonder if I’d made a monumental mistake.
All five of us were miserable.
Was it my fault?
Would our sons have been better off in another family?
Unable to sleep, I tossed and turned wondering if every member of our family was going to continue suffering, reaping the repercussions of my mistake for their entire lives.
I wondered if my error in judgment had ruined us.
But I’m realizing my ignorant, angry, and fearful responses to my children’s pain (as displayed through their behavior) hurt our family more than any one of my children’s behavior ever could.
Every single time I took my child’s behavior personally, I made the wrong choice.
Each time I refused to empathize with the pain behind my child’s behavior, I made the wrong choice.
Each time I allowed my fear to control my responses to my child, rather than letting love lead, I made the wrong choice.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes.
Many of them leading to my family’s distress.
Bringing my children home was not one of them.
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[FYI: Matt and I make our major decisions together. Yet, this blog is where I share my story.]