Six years ago, our family said “Yes” to foster care having no idea where it would lead us. What started for us as a hope to adopt became a deeper understanding of the need and Continue reading →
It might sound like an unlikely connection, but a good approach toward being a foster parent — and working with all the people involved in a foster child’s life — can be found in the story of Harley-Davidson.
Not too long ago, more than a quarter of a million people came to Milwaukee to celebrate the 100-year anniversary of this great company. But things weren’t always Continue reading →
It was spring 2011 when our first foster child was brought to our home. Over the years that followed, our hearts grew and broke in ways we never anticipated.
We went into foster care hoping that we would get the chance to adopt. Sadly, this caused us to start our journey closed off to a large population of those hurting within the foster care system — the biological family. Continue reading →
Why … three simple letters and one simple question. A question that foster parents know all too well because they have been asked it over and over and over again — by their beloved family members, closest friends and total strangers. It’s a question that is Continue reading →
In just a few weeks, we will be adopting our third child in two years. Let me just say that three years ago, this was not in our plans at all.
We had this beautiful girl who had been in our home since she was 3 months old. We were (and still are) completely in love with her; she had become my heartbeat along with my biological children.
Then one beautiful spring day while playing at the park we got “The Call.” Continue reading →
The “I’ll do it someday” people never change the world. It’s the “I’ll do it anyway” people who make a difference.
Many aspects of fostering are difficult and even heartbreaking. So, how do people stay licensed foster parents year after year and child after child? How do they endure Continue reading →
So it’s spring break 2016 and I am having a shallow pity party for one.
You see, I am at home once again, enjoying the light snowfall in April and the daily “Why didn’t we go anywhere?” barrage from my children. The constant Facebook posts of Continue reading →
Someone asked recently if it bothered me when our adopted son calls his birth mother “mom.” I confidently answered that it does not bother me. However, this was not always the case.
When we started our journey to becoming foster parents, we were scared of our foster son’s birth family. Shay, our little guy, was placed with us when he was 2 days old. We were lucky enough to adopt him shortly after his second birthday. What exactly we were scared of, I don’t know. Maybe we were scared of losing Shay, whom we loved so deeply, being taken advantage of, being hated or not being good Continue reading →
I don’t know about you, but before we became a foster family we knew NO ONE who fostered. As a family of four, we were taking a leap of faith into this unknown world. We had so many questions and very few answers. Fast forward eight years and we now have an extended family of wonderful people, all because we became foster parents!
Each of our early experiences were learning experiences that allowed us to develop our wings. You see, the thrill of soaring first begins Continue reading →
As a two-mom household, we have always been concerned about our children facing discrimination because their parents are lesbians. Recently, Shay (our 6-year-old adopted son) was told he could not have two mommies by a classmate. He informed his peer that he in fact has three mommies, his birth mother, my wife and me. Shay was placed with us when he was 2 days old and we were lucky enough to adopt him shortly after his second birthday. We have always been very open with Shay about his adoption, Continue reading →