It has been 131 days that I have known you might not stay with me, but it was made real 2 days ago.
Tag: Foster
27 Years.
The physical abuse stopped once I threatened to fight back. The shaming, the degrading, and the criticizing never ended. 27 years later I was given my reason.
Selfish.
It is a term I have heard him use to describe himself more than once.
Too Attached.
“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.
Be Intentional.
It was about 3 months into our journey as foster parents, when I had my “ah hah" moment.
Not That Mom.
I’ll never be that mom.
Saying Goodbye.
We were committed to saying yes for as long as we were needed, for as long as we were helping, for as long as we were called.
Year One.
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.
I Dare You.
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.
I’m Proud.
I understand that in your mind these words make you feel less than, or that somehow your family isn't a family because it wasn't built on blood. That's not what you believe, but that's how you feel other people think.
