Occasionally I point my readers to another blog for some info or humor.  My friend Hollywood Pastor, AKA: JR Mahon, wrote the most gripping story about his kids.  “Kids?” you ask.  Well, they’re not just any kids.  The Mahon’s adopted 3 kids a few years back.  One time we were eating at a Middle Eastern joint, and one of their kids walked into the kitchen and demanded, “Hey, I want some pancakes.”  As kids go; theirs are RAD.  He retells their family story.

“I rarely write about my kids. It’s not intentional, it’s just living with the joys and horrors that come with foster-care adoption can be overwhelmingly stifling. Day to day survival usually trumps the ability to look back and wonder aloud.

Today I wonder aloud.

It’s been 2 plus years since Diane and I blindly let three kids into our lives. Beyond the residual effects of multiple forms of abuse and Di and I having no idea what we’re gonna do with three little kids, it’s going well.

Adoption in any form forces relationship. It will cause you to lose your sense of self in lieu of letting others live. You don’t count on that… it’s just what happens.

Mia, Angel and Z had the crap kicked out of ‘em early and built a myriad of survival tactics that kept them relatively sane while protecting them from more abuse where ever possible.”

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