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A Foster Mom’s Mother’s Day

  I have six children. That’s what I tell people most days. But that number’s never solid. It can change before I finish sipping my satisfying cup of morning sanity. One phone call from licensing and I suddenly become the temporary mama of a few more. In the…

Even When

  Our first foster arrived a few years ago on a Friday afternoon. Our license wasn’t even active yet and I was completely unsure of what to expect, ask and feel. We were re-fngerprinted at our kitchen table by a case worker we had never met so…

Because Jesus

I’m sitting in a hospital bed a few feet away from a baby that I’ll most likely never watch grow into a toddler. The hiss of oxygen, the alarming monitors and constant stream of visitors in yellow disposable gowns are our current reality.   I&#8217…

The War Within the Walls of My Heart

We share a son-we don’t really, but we do. You gave him life, I’m giving him living. This wasn’t the way any of this was meant to be. He was formed inside of you and birthed into your arms. Then he came home…

Measuring Up

A toddler sits besides me in a chair clipped on to our large family kitchen table. He’s a baby I didn’t birth and he certainly appears that way. He’s got a story riddled with pain and trauma and transition. His little heart holds enough…

What to Say When the First Call Comes

There’s a question that comes up often to seasoned foster moms like me. And it’s one I love answering because I’m so certain of my response. You’ve waited for what seems like a century to officially call yourself a foster parent. You…

The Other Ending

Our first foster case ended with a beautiful reunification. Mom worked the plan. The plan worked. It was an emotional escapade that had its fair share of curve balls but in the end, on the day we drove her home, we felt like we finished well. Like what we had…

Connections in Care

I met my first birth mom four years ago. I remember the drive, the feelings and her face. I got her little girl dressed, drove to the mall and unloaded the car with nervous hands and an even shakier heart. As I rounded the corner of the playground where our…

Suddenly, I Missed You

I was lifting weights today-yes, at the gym. Stick with me here. Pandora was blasting music into my eardrums as I danced along in my head. Music can take you places and I need to be taken anywhere but the treadmill to be inspired. As the melody changed, the…

Foster Mama, Find Your People

Having six kids under the age of ten is strangely similar to living life in a petri dish. There are simply not enough Clorox wipes to touch every snot-smothered surface during this time of year. Between public school, daycare and the church nursery, we are maxed out on the…