I love babies but I can’t stand kids”
This story is real, painful and a way to close old wounds. My name is Coral and this is my story.
Five years ago, I was a foster parent. It is a part of my life, I have never shared through my writing before.
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.”
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.
Hey there strangers! Well, I probably know most of you because you probably opened up my Facebook link to this article, but I’m sure there are a few new readers in the crowd! Before I dive in, I just want to say thank you for taking time to read this, it means a lot! Okay, so let’s get on with it.
The few days, weeks, months, and even years (yes years) following the removal and placement into foster care were a bit chaotic, to say the least. For one, the day after the removal, Corynn was hosting an event for Tempe Police.
On average, there are approximately 420,000 children in foster care each day. Some are in temporary placements, while others are long-term. Children in care are as young as newborns and as old as 21 years of age. As a former adoption worker, in preparing children for adoption, I spoke with them about their family, desires, dreams, and expectations.