Let me be clear. Fostering young humans who have experienced hell from supposed loved-ones is not a cause. I started this blog before I realized this fact. Fostering is a commitment of monumental proportions that will wrench your heart out, give you unspeakable joy and is nothing we can do in our own ability.
I can't foster. I can't even parent my birth children sufficiently without God's help. We trust Him to do what we can't do in our own ability. I'm already praying for grace for the day these babies leave our home.
Fostering and adopting is NOT a cause. It is as involved as entering the mission field.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Big things always happen on Mondays
"No, we don't have the space to take 7 kids." "No, sorry. 3 kids under 3 would just be too much for us to handle right now." "Is he older than Quay? Ok, sorry we know what is best for our family and we can't take a child older than Quay." "4 kids? Let me see if I can make space. Sorry, we just can't meet that need."
"8 year old boy and 2 year old sister? OK, lets go for it."
I am so energized on Mondays by having new opportunities and a whole new week to accomplish things, I guess I felt strong last Monday, when the social worker called. So we have 2 new family members, I'll call JuJu and Boo. They are not our first foster children, but they are the first I have decided to write about. They are the first who allow me time to be able to write about them.
JuJu is 8 and a sort of complex boy. He is trying to find his place here. He has never experienced family quite so involved as we are. Conversation doesn't come easily to him. If you meet him, try not to ask him questions. Even simple questions, like "are you thirsty?" make him nervous. One on one, he comes alive and gets bouncy. With more than 1 or 2 people, he doesn't know what is expected of him. We are excited to help him, um find some joy in something.
Boo already has us wrapped around her little finger. I am a self-proclaimed "bad baby mom." I don't have whatever it is that makes women see a baby and just want to hold it. Babies aren't fun until they can talk and drive the jetskis. But I'm enjoying this baby. She doesn't do the annoying baby things that drive me crazy. She never cries and is just the sweetest, most lovable, squeezable, little angel with a potty mouth I have ever met. Her favorite thing to say is "awwsh*t". Yep, that's what I said. she says "awwsh*t" no less than 20 times a day. The 3 big kids are helping me retrain her to say "oops" instead. Come to our house and I promise you'll hear a precious angel-face baby say "awwsh*t" and 3 bigger angels yell "OOPS!"
10 days in, they call us mom and dad.
Aww fostering. Its a blast.
"8 year old boy and 2 year old sister? OK, lets go for it."
I am so energized on Mondays by having new opportunities and a whole new week to accomplish things, I guess I felt strong last Monday, when the social worker called. So we have 2 new family members, I'll call JuJu and Boo. They are not our first foster children, but they are the first I have decided to write about. They are the first who allow me time to be able to write about them.
JuJu is 8 and a sort of complex boy. He is trying to find his place here. He has never experienced family quite so involved as we are. Conversation doesn't come easily to him. If you meet him, try not to ask him questions. Even simple questions, like "are you thirsty?" make him nervous. One on one, he comes alive and gets bouncy. With more than 1 or 2 people, he doesn't know what is expected of him. We are excited to help him, um find some joy in something.
Boo already has us wrapped around her little finger. I am a self-proclaimed "bad baby mom." I don't have whatever it is that makes women see a baby and just want to hold it. Babies aren't fun until they can talk and drive the jetskis. But I'm enjoying this baby. She doesn't do the annoying baby things that drive me crazy. She never cries and is just the sweetest, most lovable, squeezable, little angel with a potty mouth I have ever met. Her favorite thing to say is "awwsh*t". Yep, that's what I said. she says "awwsh*t" no less than 20 times a day. The 3 big kids are helping me retrain her to say "oops" instead. Come to our house and I promise you'll hear a precious angel-face baby say "awwsh*t" and 3 bigger angels yell "OOPS!"
10 days in, they call us mom and dad.
Aww fostering. Its a blast.
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