Intense

If I had to use one word to describe this afternoon, it would be intense.

I have been learning so much about how the brain changes when it has experienced trauma and stress during early childhood. Oh, and I see it in my boys. I see it.....but I also see healing.

My dear sweet Anthony...this time with him homeschooling is something I wouldn't give up for the world. I love that God knows just what we need. I would not have chosen this path, but it is exactly what we needed.

My big hearted, David. He is struggling. Those tantrums...the perfectionism...the frustration...I am praying that God gives me a deeper understanding and compassion for him in those moments. Those long moments that take place at the worst possible times.

My snuggle-bug, my Little D. My eyes brim with tears just thinking of all he has suffered. I see his pain...in his cries, his angry outbursts, his play. I keep him close, gently guiding him, and making sure that everything I do is on purpose...to show him how valuable he is and to give him the sense of stability that he craves.