If something is pink, purple, or sparkly, it has a princess or Hello Kitty on it she’s going to like it.
I have to admit I encourage this love of pink and sparkles, and princesses. I love watching Sofia the First with her and singing along with the songs. I love painting her nails and hearing her cheer about how “pink and sparkly” they are. I adore watching her dress up in her favorite princess (of the moment) dress as she sets up a tea party for us. …Continue reading →
It’s either, “You’re a saint!” or “You’re crazy!”
Each time I hear these phrases I think to myself, “I’m really neither!” A saint is a person who is officially recognized by the Catholic Church, as being very holy, because of the way he or she lives. So, despite checking my voicemail for the last seven and a half years of fostering, there are no messages from the Vatican!
On the other hand, a crazy person is one who is full of cracks or flaws, unsound, crooked, askew, insane or mad. Again, each time we’ve opened our home and family to a child in need, I’ve never felt any of these characteristics.
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The most common question I was asked when my wife and I became foster parents was “Why?” Perhaps this is because we are a very nosy, inquisitive and curious society. We get other questions too, such as “Are they twins?” This is always puzzling because our son is a 2-year-old bear cub and our daughter at 13 months is about the size and looks of a peanut. No matter what, it’s pretty clear that our children don’t exactly look like us – so everyone always asks, “Why?”
The answer to this question depends on which “why” is being asked. Why don’t you have your “own” kids? Why did you choose to foster? Why did you want kids? Why didn’t you ask for kids that were “more like you?” …Continue reading →
Recently, I found Kid Hero and foster care buttons on my son’s backpack. Unknown to me he found them in a package we received for referring new foster parents. It brought tears to my eyes to find these buttons on the backpack of my 9-year-old boy.
Today, he came running through the front door smiling ear to ear. He could not wait to tell me about the kids and teachers who asked about his buttons. …Continue reading →
My husband and I have been fostering for nearly 10 years. We have loved more than 30 children, and adopted 6 through our program. We have been blessed to be a multiracial family with Caucasian, African-American and Hispanic children.
Recently, for no particular reason, we have had a series of either Caucasian or Hispanic foster kids.
One day our social workers placed a beautiful 8 month-old African-American boy in our home. Our 6 year-old African-American son looked at the baby to ask, “Why his skin so dark.” …Continue reading →
The phone rings and I instantly recognize the number. As my heart begins to beat a little faster, the voice on the other line says, “I am calling about a potential placement.” My heart beats faster as I learn the details of this little one — knowing it doesn’t matter because I’m going to say, “Yes, I’ll take her!”
I hang up the phone and frantically begin to …Continue reading →
I have twice as many children by adoption than by birth. I am often asked how my birth children react to adopting children, and if they are as close to their adopted siblings as they are to their birth siblings.
There is an 11-year age gap between my youngest biological child and our eldest adopted child. We refer to our adult children as our “bigs” and our second set of children as our “littles.” We don’t use the terms biological, birth, adopted or foster in our home because …Continue reading →
Lori and I aren’t on the respite and emergency care list. However, we have gotten three phone calls in the past six weeks because of emergency situations. A few weeks ago we received a call asking if we could take care of a 4-year-old girl …Continue reading →
Since becoming foster parents, we have relied on our friends, family, neighbors and other members of our support network more than ever. This is a community of supporters that we can call at any hour to give us a sense of peace. Hopefully we can pass this community along to the kids who enter our home.
We are so thankful for the people who have brought over a meal, run an errand to get dishwashing detergent or pull-ups, brought over …Continue reading →
No one who has known us for a long time is surprised that we have become foster parents. Personally, I am always a little annoyed by the people who easily say “yes” to life-changing decisions. “We toured this house once, and immediately put in an offer.” Nothing against them, it’s just not me. I was the girl who needed to go to every store within 10 (okay mom, 20) miles, and then back to the first before buying my prom dress. My partner and I were together six years before getting married and …Continue reading →