Friday morning, Dea and Darius came home. As many of you know, they had spent the week at their momma's house, while we, both us and them, took some time to pray about what this crazy situation will look like moving forward.
When Trey read the post I had written about why they left, he was again astounded at my uncanny ability to minimize a situation. It's a skill. We both had been deeply hurt and disrespected by the actions, and inactions, of these boys, but, I think we all knew they would be coming back. My temptation, in writing this blog, is to be painfully honest but, there are times when full-disclosure, simply for full-disclosure's sake, doesn't do anyone any good.
We've talked to them and explained to them that they're in a situation most kids their age will never be in and that requires decisions and commitments on their parts and ours. By living with their mom, they could have all kinds of freedom from accountability, curfews, and responsibilities. Lots of autonomy. We can't offer those same freedoms because we believe there's protection and love that comes from the humble, restraining hand of a parent.
We have a ton to learn in this process. And, we're all going to make mistakes along the way. Saying bad words is only the tip of my iceberg. Thank you for your continued prayers and encouragements. These boys, like our other four stinky children, are loved by us beyond words.