About Shannon

Alaskan homeschooling mama of eight sweet kids. Loves Jesus, writing, coffee, Dickens, and snapping a kitchen towel at my husband when he's not looking.

love is what we do: a letter to fellow adoptive parents

In a patch of the yard, a two-year-old boy plays in a dirt pile with his red plastic shovel. You can’t really see him but you know he’s there because of the haze of dirt suspended eighteen inches off the ground in that general area, floating lazily to the west.

love is what we do: a letter to fellow adoptive parents

And down the hill, an older boy gathers a bucket of dirt. But no, he’s not doing it for fun, but as a consequence for refusing to do school. He didn’t tell us he didn’t want to school in so many words; that would be easier but it would also mean admitting responsibility and being honest. Instead, he expresses his desire to not do school by pretending to be unable to do very simple things that we know he can do. On this particular day, he pretends not to know what the word “opposite” means, in spite of the definition and examples right in front of him in his language arts assignment. He has known what the word opposite means for many years, but today he doesn’t want to admit it. So instead of doing school, he does the opposite of everything his language arts assignment asked him to do. Ironic, hmm?

We cannot fix these choices for him. He has had so many terrific days, and made such amazing progress in the last year. But progress is scary (I feel like I tell you guys this all the time) and consequences are safer. A big world of freedom is unpredictable and uncontrollable, and when the anxiety gets to be too much he reels it in by some type of self-sabotage and makes his world very small again. Small is familiar and safe.

Adoptive parents contact me all the time, and their stories are so precious to me. It is both hard and healing to read them; it is so easy to slide into hopelessness because of how huge some situations are, and yet we need to hear from each other because we need to know we’re not alone.

You, friend, reading this: Looking at that impossible situation with that kid, or that spouse, or those neighbors, or that school, or that social worker. You are not alone.

Our stories are all different but the themes are the same, and many of our details overlap. The grief over our kids’ choices is so intense. The secondary trauma from their behaviors is so real. And the loss of our expectations, of what we imagined things would be like when we chose adoption or foster care, is something that we have a hard time letting go of. Because if we let go of those expectations, it feels like we failed. It feels like admitting defeat.

But it’s not admitting defeat. It’s not lowering our standards. It’s not failure.

It is surrender. It is acknowledging that we are not in control, we are not responsible for someone else’s choices, and we are not the savior of this child or these circumstances.

We need to remind ourselves this. And when we have a hard time reminding ourselves, we need to remind each other. God has not left us to deal with this alone, He has given us each other to speak life and truth into when we cannot see clearly for ourselves. The haze of dirt is too thick; our own frustrations and worries are too loud.

So let me remind you of a few things. I’m reminding myself, too:

You are the expert of your kid. Professionals are only as helpful as they are, well, helpful. You probably already know that, for example, some counseling does more harm than good depending on the counselor’s experience. Many professionals claim to be experts when they only have book, lab, or office understanding of these issues but no boots on the ground experience with adoption and special needs. Those who don’t have dirt under their own fingernails often have no problem piling 23 more tasks, responsibilities, and suggestions into your lap when they get to clock out at the end of the day and deal with normal life and probably even get a full night’s sleep.

The true experts are the parents who are doing this day in and day out. Sucks though, right? So hear me: Parents, you are doing a better job than you give yourselves credit for, and you are not responsible for your child’s behavior, choices, or progress.

Yes, you influence them. But no, you don’t make their choices for them or decide how they will respond to any number of triggers or events throughout the day. That is not on you.

Healing for all of us will take time. And some of our adopted kids may never want a relationship with us.  We cannot force them to do anything, and coming into their lives at such a late date, our influence was so limited.

– adoptive mom

And those extra 23 responsibilities that might be amazing? You know, the supplements, therapies, classes, programs, books you should read, videos you need to watch, skills you need to learn, songs you should sing, and all the other parts of the hokey pokey? It’s not worth squeezing them into your week if, in order to do so, you have to start eating 3-minute meals and taking one-minute showers and skip going to the bathroom and sleep only three hours a night. Oh wait…many of you are already doing that.

Well. You pick what works for you and your family, but the rest of those 23 tasks can take a hike because you have got to get some rest and eat a decent meal a couple times a day. You are not doing anyone any favors if you die on the altar of someone else’s well-meaning to do list. (Seriously, friend, don’t make me use my mom voice.)

The best thing we’ve learned to do in those hard seasons, whether it is with our kids or our spouse or another close relationship, is to pray that we will like them as we are loving them (and to pray that we will be likeable, too). Because when they are likable, when we are likeable, the atmosphere is lighter and the joy isn’t something you have to fight for. It’s easier to get out of bed and face a new day with hope when we like each other.

“Fake it till you make it” isn’t sustainable, and we need real hope to hold on to when we don’t see things improving. So here’s some comfort: When someone is still not likeable and we are still being loving toward them, we are actually “doing” love that is truer to the definition of it.

Because love is more of a verb than a feeling.

If you love those who love you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners do the same.

– Luke 6:32-33

Jesus loved us when we were not likeable, too, and His kindness led us to repentance. When we start to learn about loving like He does, it changes us into someone we never could have become had we stayed inside out of the dirt, with our cute shoes and clean fingernails.

And friends, we’ll talk more about that in just a couple days, in part two.
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getting there: a glimpse of post-adoption motherhood, almost nine years later

We can do hard things.

For example, I wasn’t sure I was up for it, but it turns out I can empty an entire plate of nachos in under fifteen minutes and still make it on time to a Zoom meeting.

getting there: post adoption motherhood, nine years later

Life is extraordinarily different now, isn’t it? But I don’t just mean since 2020; our life has been changing for a long time.

This time in 2012, we had half as many kids. We were in the process of adopting two children on the opposite side of the world, and we had no idea (NO IDEA) that two more boys were coming after that, in 2015 and 2018.

In 2012, had I known what our family would walk through, I probably would’ve backed out.

Yeah, I know it sounds terrible. I’ve heard virtuous-sounding adoptive parents repeatedly say, “I’d do it all over again,” but I’m not one of them. Those people are either better than me, stronger than me, or haven’t come close to what we’ve gone through.

And I’m okay with any of those options; this isn’t a competition.

I know me, and I know these last nine years. And if you’ve been reading along with us, you know, too – it’s been hard. Harder than I could ever tell you. The always-rainbows-and-sunshine blogs do a disservice to adoptive, foster, and special needs families, and I’ve been as honest with you here as I could while still trying to protect our privacy.

In the last nine years I have faced deep fears I didn’t even know I had. We walked through dark times and didn’t have a choice about looking those fears in the face. I questioned God, argued with God, and for a while, I stopped trusting God. No, I don’t mean that I stopped trusting Him for others – that’s much easier. I just stopped trusting Him for myself and my family.

So many times, I was afraid one of our biological kids wouldn’t make it through those years.

So many times, I have been afraid that one of our adopted kids wouldn’t make it very far into their future years.

And there was one time in those first couple of years when I almost didn’t make it. It’s only in the last few years that I’ve even started to open up about that. It’s been a slow unfolding, because I needed to understand it first.

Don’t ever stop praying for your adoptive and special needs friends. The contrast of darkness and hope is violent, and when the next shoe keeps dropping (and how many shoes could there possibly be, anyway?) we have a hard time seeing goodness and light. It’s a dangerous time to start agreeing with the enemy in despair, doubt, and fear, and if you have a friend in that place, they will almost never tell you how truly dark those darkest days are.

I think it’s okay to take a long time to recover from seasons. After a while, they become part of our story and we seem to be able to integrate them. We can talk about them without too many automatic reactions going on and we can even write about them.

But that doesn’t mean we’re completely recovered. I’m now kinder to myself. I treat myself with more grace. If I find that I’m overreacting to a threatening situation, I take time to think about where I’ve been. And I remember that the Lord has been with me.

Naomi Reed, My Seventh Monsoon

We wanted to be His hands and feet to these kids, but we had no idea how much we would need the rest of the body’s support, to be hands and feet to us. And by the time we started to figure it out, it seemed like it was too late.

But it’s never too late, even if you still have years of hard things to walk through.

When we refer to people as the “hands and feet of Jesus” what we really mean is that these people saw something that most people didn’t notice, and then they acted on it. Usually we think of it as service to others. Often, that service to others is predicated by investment in one’s personal growth – hours spent studying or practicing a skill so we have more to leverage for the Kingdom.

But sometimes we don’t have that much time to prepare. And sometimes we take steps to prepare and it just doesn’t even come close to what is actually needed.

You…went through all the requirements, trainings, meetings, interviews, and red tape. It was crazy-thorough. Then you brought your child home.

And you learned that all that preparation was like going through earthquake survival drills – how to do first aid, how to take cover, how to evacuate safely – versus actually living through an 8-point earthquake. It was like the difference between learning CPR versus actually having to administer it to someone who has no pulse.

Some of our kids came to us carrying grief and trauma equivalent to that 8-point earthquake.

Upside Down: Understanding and Supporting Attachment in Adoptive and Foster Families

Hands and feet are helpless without the rest of the body. We needed people to notice us, so we could take turns being hands and feet. Sometimes we are the doers, other times we support others as they do the doing.

After the reading from the Law and the Prophets, the rulers of the synagogue sent a message to them, saying, “Brothers, if you have any word of encouragement for the people, say it.”

– Acts 13:15

And now in these calmer days, He calls us to push these issues and bring awareness and support. I’m convinced that many of the problems adoptive parents face are a direct result of adoption “advocacy” done by those who consider themselves experts but have never actually experienced what they’re talking about.

We move one step forward, one step back, just like the kids we’ve been trying to love into healing for the past nine years, because almost every major step forward is met with spiritual attack. Often that attack manifests in some misbehavior in those kids, so the very thing people think we are now experts in can still make us feel like failures. It keeps us humble, so there’s no danger of getting comfortable on a pedestal.

So we, too, have tried to go back and forth in tentative steps: I can’t take it anymore, pull back, and we try to retreat…but there is no retreating in the Kingdom when God has called you to obedience. And He has.

But what if our current struggle isn’t the end game, because there’s birth ahead? He never lets up in calling us to do the next brave thing. He is always about birthing victory and wholeness.

Whether the hard things were caused by our own choices, or those of others, or something completely unexplainable (because if we’ve learned anything from Job, it is that we don’t want to be the ones who try to explain away everything), suffering combined with humility is the long view that includes hope and blessing at the end.

Those who live without fear are the most free and powerful people on earth. There is nothing that strikes more fear into the camp of the enemy than such a people walking the earth again.

Rick Joyner

The narrowing of the path makes the victory more acute – it becomes a bullseye, of sorts, to our breakthrough. And if we can get to that after conquering the darkness, there’s no telling how many more victories are still to come.

Friends, we have come a long ways, but we still have a long way to go. We have not arrived.

But I am finally, fully, and completely confident that someday we will.


This is an excerpt from Risk the Ocean: An Adoptive Mom’s Memoir of Sinking and Sanctification.

Risk the Ocean: An Adoptive Mom's Memoir of Sinking and Sanctification "Vulnerably shares the blood, sweat, and tear that real sacrificial love requires." "Integrity beams up and out of every page."

You can find more adoption resources — not the boring textbook stuff, or the rainbows-and-unicorns stuff, but the real, raw, in-the-trenches stuff — right here.

when you want to live the dream

The conversation always starts the same way:

“What do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I’m a writer.”

“Wow, what do you write?”

when you want to live the dream: how we get clarity in the longing

Usually at this point I fumble with an awkward answer involving books, newsletters, and snarky posts on social media. But several times I’ve been tempted to finish it like this:

“Actually, nothing. I get a few hundred words in, and then my computer is highjacked with random updates for the next three hours while I ponder a future of providing for my family by selling giant homemade peanut butter cups on the black market.” 

Because we all want to live the dream, but few things go as we expect them to. And it turns out, the dream is a ton of work.

Over the last decade our family went through several life-changing, sometimes devastating transitions. We learned how to live in isolation. We learned to live with the unexpected. We learned how to deal with extreme limitations. We learned how to live without supports that many other families have.

And in the more recent years of owning a business and writing full time, we’ve learned to live with unpredictable (read: sometimes nonexistent) income. We’ve learned how to make routines that work for both of us — and eight kids — as we’ve navigated the difficult dream of doing work and ministry together at home.

Easy?

No way. Not for a single minute.

But it’s been so good. I’m learning again that we can trust Him. We can do new, brave things we never would’ve considered before. 

On a good week, we start by clearing the rubble out of the way: Repenting, searching, asking God about those stuck places and what needs to be removed for Him to flow through again. I feel so inept at this, but He meets us when we recognize our weakness rather than when we pretend expertise.

Friends, every dream has come with more work than I could have imagined, and it takes more dedication than I sometimes think I have. I’ve learned to hold my expectations with an open hand, because without surrendering the dream to God, it becomes an idol – and then a nightmare. If we ask Him to use us, we must also allow Him to move us in ways we could not have expected.

But even still, God wants us to dream. He doesn’t put these things inside us to tease us.

If you find yourself up late at night, thinking of new ideas and new dreams that He’s giving you, and you have no idea what to do with them, write them down and look them straight in the face. You can put them on screen or on paper, but at least give them some tangible words.

And the Lord answered me: “Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it.

– Habakkuk 2:2

Ask Him if it’s for real, if it’s for now, if it’s for just you, or if it’s for you and some others He’s also talking to. Tell Him He can do what He wants with it. Get gutsy, go all out, and tell Him He can throw you right outside the small margin of comfort zone you might have recently recovered, and pitch you right into His exciting, marvelous, bigger-than-we-could-possibly-come-up-with-on-our-own mission.

But friends, that dream you long for? That calling you’re working toward? That victory you’ve prayed for? You have to choose between it and the comfort zone, because they do not mingle, they take each other’s oxygen, and only one of them finds victory in surrender. 

He is always growing us as far as we are willing to move.

Just because things don’t look the way you expected doesn’t mean you failed. It means you’re not perfect at predicting the future (which you’re not meant to be) or controlling outcomes (which you’re not meant to do).

If you are struggling with these transitions, please know that it takes time to settle into routines that work. It takes trial and error, and the error doesn’t mean failure. It means growth. It means you’re getting closer to the solution that puts all the pieces in the right place.

For those of us waiting for a labor to end, and for the promise of fullness to come to fruition: There is a messy beauty to works in progress. And we are all a work in progress.

This season is teaching you to let go of those expectations and trust God. It doesn’t mean you lower your standards; it means you raise your eyes. You are learning to look past this present circumstance to see His vision for you, which is bigger than you imagined.

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This is an excerpt from ABIDE volume three: Clarity in the LongingYou can find it here.