Holding Space for What Comes Next
So… we did a thing.
We officially became a licensed foster family.
And now we’re just… waiting.
Waiting for the phone call.
You know, the one that could come at literally any moment… or not come at all for a while… or come at the most inconvenient time possible (because of course it would).
It’s kind of a weird place to be, honestly.
Like everything is ready—but nothing is happening yet.
The beds are set up, the clothes are folded, I’ve probably over-prepared in some areas and completely forgot things in others… and now I just walk past the room like, “yep… any day now.”
And every time my phone makes a noise, I swear my heart does a little jump.
Like this is it.
…and then it’s a spam call.
Or a random notification.
Or something completely unimportant that I didn’t need to know about in that exact moment 😅
It’s funny how your brain works when you’re waiting for something big.
Everything feels like it could be the moment… and then it’s not.
And then you go right back to waiting.
Meanwhile, life is still happening like normal.
Laundry still needs done.
Dinner still needs figured out.
The house still somehow gets messy five minutes after you clean it.
And I’m over here trying to mentally prepare for something that I know I can’t fully prepare for.
Because let’s be real… no matter how many lists I make or how many things I organize, there is no way to be 100% ready for this.
And I think that’s the part that’s both exciting and a little terrifying at the same time.
If I’m being completely honest… this whole journey is probably going to be a mix of frustrating, messy, fun, and really rewarding—all at the same time.
Not one or the other.
All of it.
Because that’s just how life works, right?
And it’s been about 13 years since I’ve had a little one in the house.
Thirteen. Years.
Which feels crazy to even say out loud.
So I’ve been going through baby stuff again and let me tell you… things have CHANGED.
Like… where was all of this when I needed it back then?!
I’m looking at some of these baby items like they came straight from the future.
Gadgets, swings, things that rock, things that vibrate, things that probably do everything except make dinner (which honestly… we’re getting close at this point 😂)
And I catch myself thinking,
“Wow… this would’ve made my life so much easier.”
And then it hit me—
I sound like my mom.
You know how they used to say,
“Back in my day…”
Yeah… that’s me now.
The Heart of It All
I’ve officially entered that stage of life and I don’t know how I feel about it 😅
But at the same time… there’s something kind of comforting about it too.
Like yeah, things have changed… but the important parts haven’t.
Kids still need love.
They still need patience.
They still need someone to show up for them, even on the messy days.
And if I can be that for even one child…
then all of this—the waiting, the nerves, the unknown—
it’s worth it.
But for now…
we wait.
And if you know anything about me, you already know…
patience has never really been my strong suit 😅
So this part?
This “in-between” stage?
It’s stretching me a little.
Okay… maybe more than a little.
But I also know this is part of the journey too.
The quiet before everything changes.
The moments where nothing is happening on the outside… but everything is shifting on the inside.
So I’m trying to embrace it.
Trying to soak it in.
Trying not to jump every time my phone goes off (still working on that one 😅)
And just trust that when the call comes…
we’ll figure it out
.
Just like we always do.
And if nothing else…
at least I’ll finally have a real reason for why my house is a mess 😂
But the more I sit here waiting… the more I realize something too.
I’m not going to be perfect at this.
Like… not even close.
There are going to be moments where I question everything, forget something important, or sit there thinking, “am I doing this right?”
(Spoiler: probably not all the time 😅)
But I also know this—
I don’t have to be perfect.
I just have to be a safe and loving home for a child who needs one.
And honestly… that feels a lot more important than getting everything “right.”
Because let’s be real… no kid is out here asking for a perfect house.
They just need someone who shows up, tries, and cares.
And I can do that.
Even on the messy days.
Especially on the messy days.
So for now… we wait.
And if you know anything about me, you already know… patience has never really been my strong suit 😅
This in-between stage?
It’s stretching me a little.
Okay… more than a little.
But maybe that’s part of it too.
Learning to sit in the unknown… trusting that when the time comes, we’ll figure it out like we always do.
Not perfectly.
But with a whole lot of heart.
And if you’re in a season of waiting too… just know you’re not alone in it.
Sometimes the quiet moments are just getting us ready for what’s coming next.
I’ll keep you updated as this journey unfolds 😊
Until we meet again… have a blessed day 💛