Being a parent to other people’s children is difficult sometimes. There are days when everything goes well and other days were all you see are fits and tantrums. These are the days when you question your very existence.
There are days where you spend hours picking lice out of little girls hair and days where you sit and hold a crying child because he or she misses his or her mother.
There are days when you buckle up shoes, brush little girl’s hair, read stories and are called “Mom.” Everyday is a day of tucking in children at night, saying prayers and giving big hugs.
Then there are days when the birth mom calls you and tells you how much she appreciates what you are doing for her child. When a mother calls to thank you for taking care of her child, saying she had prayed for someone to come into their lives to help them. Saying she didn’t know there were people in the world that was willing to take in children and care for them just because they loved them. What an honor to be chosen by a mom to be a mom to her child.
Foster parenting is hard but I believe the benefits far outweigh the pressures of life that is brought on by the decision to nurture and love other people’s children. I am glad I have been chosen for this awesome responsibility.
