I haven't written anything personal in a while, so, why not today!
A few weeks ago, my husband and I had to turn in our Foster licenses.. don't worry, it wasn't a bad thing, we moved out of the county and have moved into the direction of adoption, so it's no longer valid. I was surprised at the heart strings that were pulled as I sent it in, handed it over, and opened a new chapter in my life.
In closing the foster chapter, I have spent these weeks pondering the last few years, contiplating our time spent with this title. Foster parent. I remember clearly the looks we got when we first brought this title into our home, when we first welcomed two small strangers through our door. Some were of terror, others confusion, and some, very few, of awe. But all had questions. So, today, I want to give you a peek into what it was like, what and why we wandered into.
Having children is hard. It's a 24-hour job with little credit and a lot of work. Having a foster child is a whole other ballgame. To be honest, I don't think anyone could ever possibly prepare themselves for what it entails. We took the classes, we had our home invaded for months. Then, one afternoon, two girls were brought into my home and my heart stopped in a way it had only done twice before. I was a mother, again. This time, however, was very different.
The moment you decide you are going to have a child, whether you have been trying for years or just found out one day you were pregnant, it changes you. Your thought process changes. You brain dances with images of small pink and blue hearts. Fostering is much the same. My prayers for my children began the day we decided we would head down this path. That very day. These prayers have continued until today.
The Seven Silent Prayers of a Foster Mom
1. Please Protect My Future Child
In a normal situation, you may pray for the health and well-being of your next child. In fostering, from the moment I decided to be a Foster mom, I had a pit in my stomach. My next child would be the result of a bad decision, would come from a home that wasn't fit to house them. I hit my knees hard, I begged for the safety and well-being of this child. I saw a little girl in my mind and I held onto that image. I prayed that she would feel my love for her, that she would know that she was loved, no matter what trials she was enduring. This was the hardest prayer- the unknown hurt. Where was she? Had I seen her at the grocery store? Was she ok? Tears would flood my eyes each time I thought of her, so I did the only thing I could, I prayed. God, protect my child
2. Help My Children Understand
One of the many negative comments we got was, "you are really going to put your boys through this?" Yes, we really are. Sometimes things are hard. Sometimes we get hurt. We knew the risks we were taking, but, in the end, we felt that our children could only become stronger through it all. Helping another person who cannot help themselves is a blessing not only to the persone receiving the help, but also to the person giving it. It builds character. I want to raise children that want to help others. That don't see class, race, or any other difference, but just see love. I prayed that they would understand this decision and be on board. My prayers were immediately answered. The boys began to pray each night for their sisters. (We tried to tell them that it could be boys or girls, or one boy or one girl, but they insisted it was girls- funny how in-tune they can be!) Dear God, bless my children with love and understanding.
3. Let Me Be Enough
I have no background in child education, in psychology or anything that would be beneficial in this setting. The children coming to us could have any number of things to overcome- was I really suited to this? How much could accounting really help. The truth of the matter is, it really was about numbers. 4+2=6. The moment they walked into our home they were apart of our family. We looked at them as one of us, though there were many moments where we weren't sure what the outcome would be. This prayer has definitely been the most repeated. As more issues popped up and we struggled to meet the needs of each child, I begged in prayer to be enough, to be the mom they needed. I don't know if I will ever reach that point, but I think it's a worthy cause to try. Dear God, help me be enough, help me mend these broken hearts.
4. Send Me Patience
Hand in hand with being enough comes a plea for patience. Patience with myself. Patience with my children. Patience with the system. Patience with the parents. When I entered the world of foster care I realised how naive I was about this world. There were people enduring things I had never even imagined. The world isn't as black and white as I once thought. There are good people making awful decisions. That was really hard. I had no control over the outcome, no matter how well I took care of the kids, no matter what I could offer them. I needed patience to accept what I couldn't control, to continue to do my best no matter what the outcome. I had to endure and wait through so many hard things, and I believe it was because of these heartfelt pleas that I was able to. Dear God, grant me patience.
5. Let Them Be Little
The hardest part about this whole thing is to watch your tiny children be dragged through court houses, pulled around to visits, and put in the middle of the biggest battle of their life. My daughters have seen the inside of a jail, they know all to well what happens when you visit a parent behind bars. These are things I, myself, have never seen. They've been escorted by policemen, they have been exposed to things I've only read about, all before the age of 4. When people meet my older daughter, they say she has an "old soul." I cringe. This life has been so hard on her at such a tender age. Let the scars of her past be erased from her memory. We have literally had to do therapy to teach her to play. Sometimes I get a glimpse of that carefree little girl inside dying to be free of this. Let her out. Dear God, let her regain her innocense, let her be little.
6. Mend My Broken Heart
There were a few brief moments that it looked like the girls would be given back. The risk. We knew this going in. The state's one main goal is to reunite the children with their birthparents. I get it, if my kids were taken I would want every opportunity to get them back. However, the mere thought of losing my girls made me physically ill, in a way I cannot even describe. Where would life take them? Would they remember me? Would they know how much I love them? I couldn't eat or sleep, I sobbed. I knew this was a part of the deal when I signed up, but you cannot imagine how much helping someone can hurt. Dear God, heal my broken heart.
7. Bless The Parents
This prayer goes with number 6. In those moments of grief where I thought I was losing my girls, I saw a glimpse of the pain the birth mother must have endured as she was notified her children were being taken from her home. We don't have a lot in common, but one thing that we do share is love for these girls. I can now begin to imagine her pain and heartache as she lost these precious girls. "There goes my life." With that empathy came a new love for her. I saw her not as a disgusting person who put innocent lives at risk, but as a confused and hurting soul who was trying with all she had, and though it may not have been enough to get her children back, it was enough to earn respect. Dear God, bless this mother, ease her pain and help her endure and grow stronger through this whole process.
I can't say that fostering is the best route, it's just our route to parenthood. I cringe when people put us on a pedastal for this decision. In all reality, no matter how your children have come to be in your home, if you are doing all you can to provide a safe and loving environment for them, you are a hero. We all have a different journey, none is any better than the other, just different. I am ever grateful that my journey has led me to these two girls, they have brought so much joy and happiness into my life and filled a void I didn't even know existed. My heart grew two sizes that day. As I have said to many a listener, the day they came through my doors, the moment I laid eyed on these precious souls, the same feeling filled my heart as the moment they laid my boys on my chest after delivery. Every child is precious, no matter how small.
Here are a few images of my little loves. I am counting down the days until the images I share are blur-free. For now, this will have to suffice!