Knitted together through Foster Care


This month is foster care awareness month. Some of you may or may not know I grew up as a foster kid. Not the kid in the system, but the kid outside the system. I was the kid that shared my home, my toys, clothes, friends, family, and most of all my parents. My entire life I watched my parents selflessly open their home to the children in need. Probably one of the hardest things you can ever do. Allowing children to come into your home to get attached, to fall in love with, and give your children siblings to grow up with, but it only lasts a season. They come in almost as fast as they go. 

No one talks about what life is like for foster kids outside the system. We are silent beings watching our parents selflessly take care of children who need a safe place. No one talks about how hard it can be to share your parents, friends, siblings, toys, and clothes with the children coming in and out of your home. I love my parents for what they do, but it wasn’t always easy. It wasn’t easy on me, my brother or my parents. We all sacrificed for these children we instantly fell in love with the moment they stepped foot in our home. 

It’s hard not to get attached to the people you love. Each of those kids I loved them. In my heart I have almost 30 siblings. Are they blood? No. But are the loved and in my heart? Yes. God never said blood makes a family. Every year when we put up our Christmas tree we hang up a ornament for every child that has ever entered our home. Every single one of my siblings. A day doesn’t go by that I’m not thinking of them. I miss them all. 

Saying goodbye became one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. The older I got the more I understood and the more my parents heart grew inside mine. Somewhere through the years goodbye turned into see you later, because goodbye was just so hard. But sometimes you don’t have to say goodbye forever. 

Foster care knitted my family together. We are all over the states. But in our hearts we are all together. Foster Care gave me my family. My perfectly knitted heart family. Foster Care gave me my brother Aramis and my sister Lydia. It gave me my brothers Donald and Ernest. I could go on and on about every single one of them. 

Moral of the story is Foster Care is messy and beautiful all at the same time. It creates heartaches, but also heart families. There are always two sides to every story. And every story is just as much about the kids in the system as the kids outside the system.  

If you or your family are foster parents you are hero’s! If you are interested in learning more about becoming a Foster parent follow this LINK

In light of National Adoption month and National Adoption Day on November 18th, Million Mile Secrets created a guide to help foster and adoptive parents navigate the travel process when picking up a child. They talk about how to book your flight, hotel, rentals, and more. If you are interested in checking out this guide follow this LINK.

"Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you."
James 1:27 

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