I’ve spent the past two days at the East Texas Network for Children conference.
And I’ll be honest…. I was completely *DReaDiNG*, and I mean DREADING, this dadgum conference, because there is NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING more torturous to an ADHD person, Predominantly Inattentive Type, than sitting through a CONFERENCE.
All. Day. On educational topics.
Oh. Good. Goshamighty.
Heck, if it weren’t for Words With Friends today, I almost might have wigged smooth out.
But it wasn’t so much the speakers that inspired me, though they didn’t kill me with ADHD either… it was the people I met.
I’ve always had this soft spot in my heart for kids without a mom and a dad. My most inspiring job ever was working for the Bair Foundation, a Christian foster care agency. That job filled my heart up more than any other job.
The conference the past two days was geared toward pretty much everybody who works with children who have needs, including foster parents and the people who work with them, and I was lucky enough to get to meet a few of them today.
See, this ‘thing’ I have about adoption goes way back to the days before I ever worked with foster kids.
The first time I heard anyone speak about adoption, it was a girl named Carrie speaking at BSF about the baby girl she was in the process of adopting from China. I’d never before heard how they drown the baby girls in China or how orphanages are overrun with girls, because they can only have one baby over there and everybody wants a boy, and I got all choked up like I do in church sometimes when the music is really good.
And its been like that with every adoption story I’ve heard… I get all choked up and I can’t help it.
After being around all these people who are making a difference in the lives of kids who don’t have a mom and a dad, I was inspired.
Every kid needs a mom and a dad, and somehow, I know I have to help.