My Sweet Child, We are finding ourselves once again in a familiar dance. The catalyst being the bruising of your tender places and the grand finale undoubtedly containing quite the bang. When you were young, I would sit in the middle of your room as you spiraled and raged around me. Silent and still, just sitting…waiting.
Tag: foster care
If I was writing this letter two years ago it would have been written very differently. I probably would have berated you for the choices you made. I would have accused you of not trying hard enough to connect with the child in your care, and I would have told you how unimpressed I was with your decisions. There is a good chance that my words would have been unkind and hurtful.
I have officially been a foster mom for an entire year. In that year I have learned many valuable lessons that I would like to share with you here. In addition, I have included a section written by my 15-year-old foster son. He has been in homes other than mine, and has used his life
Life, it sure has a way of slapping you in the face on a random Wednesday. Let me set the scene for you. I was a hot mess, lying in bed because I was home sick with a terrible stomach ache, and the phone rang. The number did not look familiar so I ignored it.
A little over eight months ago I became a foster parent at the age of 28. When I started the fostering process I was nearly positive that I would end up fostering a younger child. A few weeks before submitting my final piece of paperwork I decided I would offer to foster teens as well.
I recently came across Scary Mommy’s article 6 Reasons The Family Medical Leave Act is Bullshit and, man, did it resonate. I’m a happy mom of 3 thriving children. Life is crazy, but manageable. I’ve never really resented being a working mom…that is, except for when it comes to the few first precious months of my
Less that half of former foster youth are employed at 23, and only 3 percent have finished college (compared to 28% of the general population with a BA or higher). The teen birth rate for girls who’ve been in foster care is more than double the rate of their peers outside the foster care system. Foster care alumni are
November is National Adoption Month and with this, I add my truth to all the rest that is bravely being spoken. “I didn’t give you the gift of life; life gave me the gift of you…” To my son, The other day you told me that sometimes you want to be “un-adopted”. It broke my heart, but I
Our social worker stopped by for a quarterly home visit yesterday and mentioned that our foster licence will be up for renewal in a few short months. As he started handing over the stacks of paperwork that would need to be completed for renewal, he stopped himself and asked, “Wait, do you want to renew?”
Go ahead and start typing “post adoption” into Google. If yours is set up like mine, to give you short-cuts to the most popular search terms, your first option will be Post Adoption Depression. Here. Here. Here. Here. No shit. This is a real thing. I’ve spent years in the foster and adoption community. I’ve completed