A lot of people gave really sweet feedback to my post about when Naudia met her birth mom for the first time.
The kind words poured in, and each and every one of them touched my heart so much.
Since then, I’ve got an array of questions regarding all things foster care and adoption.
Which I LOVE.
I have such a passion to share our experience with it all, because the reality is, foster care is beautiful.
You only hear of the disheartening, nasty ones.
My goal, and my husband’s as well, is to make foster care normal.
To alleviate all the fears as best as we can.
“of course it was easy and of course you think it’s all great and beautiful… your first placement, you adopted, and there was little involvement from anyone about her going anywhere from your home.”
Because, well, that’s normal.
It’s normal to be fearful of the unknown.
Fear has no place to dictate our future or our kids’ future.
“But… how would you ever be able to give the kid back?”
You see, this was one of my main concerns as well.
(Again… TOTALLY normal.)
I remember as we went through training, my husband wanted to make sure my heart was prepared for if we took in a child and that child went back to their biological family
(in any form: aunt, grandma, bio mom, bio dad, etc.).
We would rather take the heart ache of the world on our shoulders in order to care for these orphans, than live in a comfortable, more controlled space, and as a result, these kids get terrible homes or a group home where they have no father figure, no mother figure, just a different staff employee that clocks in every 8 hours to meet their basic needs.
When we first heard about foster care, and we did the research of what it looked like and the need here in Arizona.
I remember Ken telling me, as he was reading online,
“there’s literally babies having to sleep in office spaces some nights because DCS can’t find them a home.”
This broke my heart.
I took one look at our second bedroom, in our two bedroom condo, and thought…
“I’m going to put a baby in that room.”
but that’s a beautiful story for another time.
the cost doesn’t even compare to the reward.
The cost of you taking a child into your home, doesn’t even compare to the reward and blessing these children receive when you radically change their lives by welcoming them into your loving home.
we would have never said yes to foster care.
We would have never said yes to Naudia,
and ultimately would have never said yes to changing the course of her life and many generations that come after her.
Just recently, was a couple weeks ago, when I felt God ask me to open our home for placement that week (totally not in our timeline, but I KNEW God was asking us to).
For us, the deciding factor was that our reasons “not to” weren’t good enough reasons, for us, to keep a homeless baby from a loving, Christ centered home.
I read a book that I absolutely recommend to every person ever considering foster care–
(click the title to buy it from Amazon)
I found myself saying, “wait! that’s exactly what I’ve been telling people all along!”
“Let’s spend less time talking about what it will cost us if we DO foster or adopt, and more time talking about what it will cost these kids if we DON’T.”
“Kids in crisis can’t afford to wait until it’s most convenient for us to care for them.”
“What we stand to lose pales in comparison to what everyone else, especially these kids, stands to gain.”