21 July 2009Lynn Owens ~ 1 Comment

Shhh…. Daddy Doesn’t know

It’s a 5 hour round trip drive to our attachment therapist, and since the sessions are held in the middle of a work day I have not been a part of the bi-weekly trips. Last week that all changed. I was able to get away from work for the day for a marathon trip of [...]

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12 May 2009Jennie Owens ~ 1 Comment

You Hate Me….

Wednesday was therapy day.  That means a 2 1/2 hour drive into Spokane and then 3 hours in a row of intense therapy sessions.  A very long day for me…and very emotionally tiring. Usually the day after you can find me sitting on the couch…staring comatose at a speck on the wall.  (You should try it [...]

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05 May 2009Jennie Owens ~ 3 Comments

“If SHE were my mommy…”

Mommy shopping.  One of the joys of parenting wounded children.  For these kids, the grass is ALWAYS greener on the the other side.  That’s the way all of us think from time to time, but for these kids this way of thinking becomes a way of life.  No matter who they live with, they are [...]

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10 April 2009Jennie Owens ~ 0 Comments

Love the Feelings Journal

I have found the feelings journal to be quite helpful. My kids hate it. But, I have observed that if they’ve gone more than a week without writing in it, I see the difference in their behavior.

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10 April 2009Jennie Owens ~ 2 Comments

So proud of my kiddo

I was so proud of one of my kiddos. Yesterday my daughter dealt with issues that would be hard for an adult to deal with. It took courage and bravery. Afterward, you could see the big grin across her face, and I swear she was pounds lighter walking out of that session. Yesterday was a reminder to me. “Oh yea. This is why I do what I do.” Now, really I do what I do for one reason, and that is because God had called me to parent three wounded kids.

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