I’m a believer, a foster mom, a dog mom & an amateur baker.
I had failed, that’s all I could think. I was a failure as a parent, a foster parent and a decent human being. In training, they all but said that if we disrupted it was all our fault because we weren’t trying hard enough. (Disrupted means asking a child to be removed from your home before they are reunified, sent to live with relatives, or moved to their forever home). I had tried so hard, but I just couldn’t take it anymore and this child and our family was suffering because of it.
“I couldn’t be a Foster Parent, I worry I would get attached.” Foster parents hear this a lot, I mean A LOT. At least once a week, almost this exact phrase. We smile and nod, or just shrug our shoulders, because what can we say? It’s true, you do get attached. You love them, and when they go home, or to their forever family, your heart breaks and bleeds a little. It’s painful and hard.
Laughter, Tears and Love
My sweetheart came into my home at 16 months old. In the time she has been with us, I have laughed more than I had in a long time. She is sunny, and funny, and goofy! She is also able to get into anything and everything! She has found things in our home we didn’t even remember we owned.