Blessed With A Life I Never Expected

"Don't be mad Mommy..." The first time he said it I began to cry almost instantly. It broke my heart. Yes, Little Man calls me Mommy. But it wasn't that that got to me...it was the look on his face. As I sat down at his feet to change his pull-up which he had pooped in probably for the 3rd time that morning, I was frustrated and was doing everything to make sure that he didn't see it. But was I mad...no. Little Man knew better...he was potty trained and regressed back to pull-ups...he knew he was supposed to poop in the toilet. But how could I be mad...not to mention it was only his first full day with me when this happened. (Side note - pray for us! We are potty training and are down to one accident a day!!) The reality is...yes I do get mad...and it happens often. When he chooses not to listen for the 5th time in a row. Or when he hits me or kicks me. Or when he runs around the apartment screaming and laughing when he is in trouble... there are many MANY tim...

Foster Care can be a scary thing. For those that work in it, for the children that are placed in it and even those that choose to say yes to it. But it can also be a beautiful gift. But why did I choose to foster? I wish it was a simple answer but it isn't...maybe it was my own past-my 3 months (I was a newborn) in foster care before I was eventually adopted...maybe it was my strong desire to be a mother...maybe it was the encouragement I received from friends and family...honestly I am not sure if I could pin point it to one good solid reason. But each of those, and many more play a role in why I decided to become a Foster Parent. When I first started contemplating it I didn't tell anyone. I had been thinking about it for a while but I figured everyone would think I was crazy and no one would support me. But one day a friend was over for dinner and we were just visiting and talking and somehow it came up in conversation. She encouraged me to look into it and said "I t...