It Wasn't Love At First Sight

On being the mother my son didn't want

Dear Inklings,

Oh, you thought this was going to be a post about my husband. If we’re being honest, it wasn’t love at first sight there, either. That’s a story involving frozen yogurt after young adult fellowship and an ill-timed insult, resulting in a frozen heart, thawed only after—

I’ll save that for another time.

This story is about my first child, whom we adopted from overseas as a 16-month-old. He doesn’t appear in the town hermitage often, though if you’ve been reading for a while, you’ll know he’s now school-aged. Ah yes, he’s the reason for my homeschooling woes. Joys. Did I say woes?

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