I have had bloggy friends and real life friends
inquire on my absence from bloggy land,
and social activities lately-
well, I suppose it is time to come clean.
As I haven't been able to earlier,
because I hadn't figured it out -
not that I have "it" figured out now,
but thought I would share anyway.
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I remember welcoming Brady and Kenze home from their first missionary trip
to Guatemala a few years ago.
They were so excited to share about their adventures,
the people they met,
the things they did.
I loved hearing their stories,
but a few days later,
when pictures had been shared and stories had been told,
Brady started to pull away.
He wasn't his happy go lucky self anymore.
He missed longed for Guatemala,
he missed his new friends,
he missed the simplicity of life and
how people were thankful for the little things
that they had received.
It took a while for Brady to work through these emotions
and to let God use them for His will in his life.
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I am also going through a bit of this I believe.
I am so thankful that our boys are home and doing so wonderfully well.
But, when Donovan cries because he misses his friends,
I cry too.
I miss his friends.
I miss sitting on the steps of the orphanage
with a bottle of lotion and have the
children cheer for me as they put out their arms and legs
for me to massage lotion on them.
I miss singing with them.
I miss playing frisbee with them
and how I wish I could do more.
So after talking with a friend today,
I don't think I am suffering from
PADS (post adoption depression syndrome)
but is there a post mission trip depression syndrome?