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W.W.J.D.- takin it way back.

Who remembers the kid that sat by themselves everyday at lunch? Who was that kid? Why didn’t anyone ever STAND up and go say hi? Share a pb&j sqaure... trade some pretzels.

I have always told Adam that is my only goal as a mom... to raise children who will give up the cool table and say what’s up? Give them a chance. We have often talked about adoption and how we both want to add someone to our family who is totally different. Maybe a different skin color or culture...even language. We both feel like that would help to teach our babies diversity,  culture, equality. We got our wish without even adopting when sweet Dahlia entered the world. This baby is totally different than the norm and she is so extra specia! The girl gives me goosebumps when I kiss her nose.

Remember those WWJD bracelets? You know you do. I rocked um and have thought so so much about them lately. The people who designed those- they totally knew what they were doing. My kids act up “HEY! What would Jesus do!???” Works like a charm. Whoever “they” are... I give them all props to things like mini vans, backpack leashes, and WWJD bracelets. 🙌🏻 Get one. Give them to all kids.

Dollie has Pretty little purple casts covering both legs and it’s just the first of many things that will have people asking questions. Today we ventured out to target and then Pruetts. I caught people looking at her casts I’m sure wondering “what happened to that teeny baby?”. STOP. Stop doing that! Guess what- it’s not your business. You don’t need to know every single detail of every strangers life.   TRUE DAT. Let’s not stare at her sweet casts and instead her sweet face and tiny spirit and talk about how seeet she is. She’s a baby.

All I can think about is this phrase “Raise kind humans”. Y’all- it is OUR job to do this. If we fail at everything else in parenting, if we’re teaching our kids to love everyone and to be kind- we’re killin it. If that one child doesn’t have to eat lunch solo, my heart will be forever proud.

Our Dahlia Mae is going to change lives I tell you.

WWJD?

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