My hubby loves to fiddle with computers. He considered making a business of it, but could never bring himself to charge much more than the part itself. I encouraged him to do the work as a ministry to others... charging only for what he might need to lay out for a part he doesn't have. He LOVES helping others... and he loves fiddling with computers... perfect match.
A friend I keep up with, sent a mutual friend I've not seen nor heard from in YEARS our way to see if DH could help solve computer woes.
The call came through me... and me and my friend from long ago got to "catch up."
This old friend knew me from "pre-adoption" days. She knew me quite well through the "hoping to adopt soon" days. We lost contact in the "gee adopting these kids requires so much more of my attention than I imagined, but I'm glad to give them what they need" stage.
In some ways it seems like only yesterday we were spending quality time together, in other ways it seems like ten lifetimes ago. It was good to "catch up."
I noticed something as I was updating my friend on what's going on since we last spoke... my perspective of this ordeal is less focused on my pain.
I kept emphasizing despite how very painful the RADtypical behaviors are for my husband daughter and me; we, the family scorned, we are certain our estranged adoptees must be hurting to extremes we simply can not imagine.
A friend I keep up with, sent a mutual friend I've not seen nor heard from in YEARS our way to see if DH could help solve computer woes.
The call came through me... and me and my friend from long ago got to "catch up."
This old friend knew me from "pre-adoption" days. She knew me quite well through the "hoping to adopt soon" days. We lost contact in the "gee adopting these kids requires so much more of my attention than I imagined, but I'm glad to give them what they need" stage.
In some ways it seems like only yesterday we were spending quality time together, in other ways it seems like ten lifetimes ago. It was good to "catch up."
I noticed something as I was updating my friend on what's going on since we last spoke... my perspective of this ordeal is less focused on my pain.
I kept emphasizing despite how very painful the RADtypical behaviors are for my husband daughter and me; we, the family scorned, we are certain our estranged adoptees must be hurting to extremes we simply can not imagine.
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