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.
Pregnancy really played a tole on my mental health. Since high school, I’ve been roughly the same weight. When the extra pounds started coming I got in a mental funk.
I need to be all in. Superficially, I am. I preach about openness and having a heart for foster care.
I’ll never be that mom.
January 5, 2017, we got the call for an emergency placement for a 4-year-old boy. The call was for you. You came to us with the clothes on your back and a shy smile on your face.
To say yes to the child whose behaviors were too extreme for the last parent to handle. To care for them as your own. To answer all the nosy people’s questions. To justify your actions to people who have met your children a handful of times.
The next day she arrived. The all too familiar knots in my stomach were there as I waited. But something was different this time.
January 6, 2017. Our first full day as parents. Remember that difficult question I thought I’d have to answer.