On Friday, I attended my first Foster Mommy Support Group, at a nearby church. I was reluctant to attend, for several reasons. Mainly because Baby Berry (who was with us for eight months) was reunified with her Bio-family, a few days prior. Although I’m beyond grateful that we keep in touch, I learned that she was having a difficult time with the transition. It brought back extremely painful memories of witnessing Banana’s transition (after two years with us).
In my last post, I shared a pretty traumatic experience my husband, Scott, and I went through. It was a foster parent’s worst nightmare. Being led to believe that we were adopting a foster child, after her first fifteen months with us. Rearing her from the beginning of her life as well as throughout, and beyond the critical bonding months. And, dealing with an excrutiating transition (especially for the child) in sending her home, after her first two years, with us.
“You’re an angel from heaven…” “You’re such a strong woman…” “I could never do what you do…” “There’s a special place in heaven for people like you…”
Just a few of the flattering remarks I’ve heard. Ever since we said, “I DO”, to becoming foster parents. Honestly? I thought, at the very least, I was a strong woman. Maybe, even a strong Christian. Until I became a foster parent.
Hi Friends. I’m happy to announce the arrival of our newest foster baby! Baby Boy BLUE. I feel like God has been very gracious and merciful in giving us this precious gift to love, right now. I was starting to believe God had completely abandoned me. (I’ll get to this, later.)
I’ve had many devastating occurrences in my adult years. Most recently, I lost a foster child, after raising her for her first two years of life. I knew, going into fostering, the risk of getting my heart broken. But, NOTHING can prepare you for the pain of watching a child, whom you’ve mothered and nurtured from the beginning, being forced to transition out of your life.
I’m coming off of another hiatus. I guess it’s just not meant for me to ever feel settled long enough to establish a pattern in my life. (sigh) This is why I started writing my mantra, Living Extraordinary. It means valuing the uniqueness of our lives and living every nook and cranny to its potential.
Let me share with those of you who missed my update on FB what happened with Banana. A beautiful 2-year old foster child that has been reunified with her Bio Family on her second birthday; after spending her first 2 years of life with us.