Being a Foster Mom means:
*Giving a piece of your heart to each child, knowing that you’ll never get that piece back
*Loving without regard for how painful it will be in the future when they leave
*Seeing the child, not the behavior
*Shaping a child’s future despite their past
*Accepting that you have no control over anything but your own actions
*Consistently hammering away at the wall of mistrust even when it seems pointless
*Putting in all the hard work knowing you might never reap the rewards
*Modeling empathy and sympathy without showing pity
*Helping build self confidence and self worth in a wounded soul
*Preparing a child to leave with a smile on your face while your heart breaks
*Struggling to find the silver lining on those cloudy days
*Teaching a child that love is more powerful than hate
*Educating the world that blood doesn’t make a family
One of the hardest part of being a foster mom is the grief when a child leaves your home. It hurts, regardless of whether it’s the first child or the hundredth child. If it doesn’t hurt, you’re not doing it right. Even the children that were so very difficult that I felt a sense of relief when they left- it still hurt my heart to see them go.
I have a theory that helped me through the years. If a child leaves my home having learned one positive thing from their time with us, and better off than when they arrived- then I fulfilled my mission. It doesn’t make the pain any less or the grief any weaker, it just helped me keep going on.