The Heart of It All
Why I chose to become a foster parent… If I’m being honest… this is something that’s been on my heart for a long time.
Some experiences in life change the way you see the world.
They teach you how important safety, comfort, and understanding really are.
And maybe that’s why fostering means so much to us.
Because every child deserves a place where they can exhale a little… even if life feels uncertain.
We understand what it feels like when life suddenly changes.
To be in a place that doesn’t feel familiar… not knowing what comes next.
To adjust to different routines, different rules, and a completely different way of living.
Even the smallest things can feel overwhelming when everything in your world has shifted at once.
Waiting With Open Arms
That feeling sticks with you.
And I think that’s a big part of why this means so much to us.
I don’t expect to fix everything—because I know I can’t.
But I do believe that our experiences can help us show up differently for a child who needs it.
If we can help a child:
feel safe
feel cared for
feel wanted
and maybe even start to heal
Then it’s worth it.
I’m also a mom to three teenagers, and I’ve learned a lot through the years—about patience, about showing up even when it’s hard, and about loving kids through all the messy parts. I truly believe that experience can help not only me, but any child that comes into our home.
There’s also a more personal piece to this…
At this stage in my life, I’m not looking to grow our family in the traditional way.
Instead, my heart kept coming back to the same thought—
why not open our home to a child who needs one right now?
This is something I’ve carried with me since I was younger…
I just never imagined the timing would finally feel right.
What I didn’t expect was how emotional the process would be before a child ever even came through our door.
I expected paperwork, training, and home visits.
Rules, waiting, and a lot of unknowns.
But I didn’t expect how much space this journey would take up in my heart before it even officially began.
I didn’t expect to feel so hopeful one minute and so discouraged the next.
Or how heavy the waiting would feel.
And I definitely didn’t expect that saying yes to fostering would stir up so many old feelings, memories, and emotions from my own past.
But maybe that’s part of it too.
Maybe fostering doesn’t just prepare your home—
it changes you in the process.
And in a way… that’s something I’m still learning.
And now here we are.
Waiting.
Waiting for the call that could change everything.
I don’t know exactly how this journey will go…
but I do know this—
we may still be waiting,
but when the call comes,
we already know our answer will be yes.
But until the day that call finally comes, we wait for our journey to begin.
Until next time, have a blessed day.
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