Philly Area mom, Life forever changed by adoption
In less than 10 hours, in the wee hours of the morning, I’m heading outta here and heading down south.
To this place.
Clearly, I’m totally roughing it.
As are over 400 other women who will be there with me for the Created for Care retreat.
I’m gearing up for several days of smiling until my cheeks hurt and adoption talk until my throat hurts.
That is, assuming I can make it there traveling by myself with 2 nearly 50 lb. duffle bags, my carry-on bag, and a big foam board sign.
It’s something we’ve talked about for years. We’ve said we’d do it. And, this was our chance.
And, we’re about to have our first 10 year old, people.
[pause for dramatic effect]
And, that 10 year old apparently can’t learn about manhood by heading to Disney World for a long weekend with Mom. (I swear I tried to make that sound like it would be really successful. Alas, I ultimately lost that one.)
Instead, given that he’s all into Wonka this and Wonka that, there only was one good option.
Mark took Evan out early on Saturday morning to run some errands one of which required a stop at the gas station where Mark returned to the car with a big ole Hershey bar which just so happened to have this in it when Evan tore it open.
The next 36 hours involved lots of smiles…and lots of sugar.
He even manned up with a hair cap with said 10-year-old-to-be to learn about cacao beans around the world and how chocolate is made.
But, apparently, there is something to be said about sugar overload and silliness.
Little hearts and minds open up to talk about things like who we are and who God is and that being a man means rejecting passivity, accepting responsibility, leading courageously, and expecting the greater reward, principles Mark set out to teach our up-and-coming man
