I was so dang tired. Your brother still wasn’t sleeping. My body was still recovering from my csection, but we knew
Something was missing though. Answers to questions I didn’t know. Traits I could not claim. Family history unknown to me.
I always wanted her to be my best friend, my confidant, my safe place...
I’ll never forget the feeling in my stomach when I was waiting to meet you. It didn’t go away for a few days. You were so tiny. Two months old but resembled a newborn.
Have you ever looked at a picture and been so overwhelmed with emotion that your heart literally ached?
Driving away. Driving away from your home. The only home you have ever known.
I need to be all in. Superficially, I am. I preach about openness and having a heart for foster care.
This is about a very different type of mom guilt. One I am assuming that I don’t share with many.
It has been 131 days that I have known you might not stay with me, but it was made real 2 days ago.
“I couldn’t do it, I’d get too attached.” This is the single greatest excuse I have heard as to why people claim they aren’t fostering.