On Friday morning, we picked up C from our agency. Words are insufficient to describe how cute he is but, since he is in foster care, I can’t post a picture for you. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
We hung out all day, he took a little afternoon nap and then we headed out to celebrate my mom’s birthday at Memphis Smoke. This is one of the odd things about foster care. You just suddenly integrate a new person – who you just met – into your daily life. After spending the day with C, I was pretty confident he could handle eating out at a restaurant. He is pretty easy going and content as long as people are paying attention to him. So there we were on a Friday night, eating barbecue with a one year old who we met that morning.
Saturday night we had plans to see M & T and their family. These were plans we had made months ago so I called their mom to let them know C would be joining us. It was great to see them. They are doing so well as is their mom. My parents came along with us and I know they were happy to see the two kiddos who they poured so much love on for six months. Their mom was thankful to us for coming (it was an event at her church that she was a big part of) and we were also able to meet some of M & T’s older siblings. D & I took turns keeping C entertained. D was changing his diaper at one point and C decided to pee all over (including on D). Ooops….good thing I packed that second set of clothes. It was an eventful night!
Overall, we feel really blessed to get to be a part of all these kids lives – whether it is for several months or just a few days. Twice this weekend, we had an experience we have had before. People are often confused when they see how young we are and learn that we are foster parents. D is 28 and I’ll be the same age in just a few months. Lots and lots of our friends have kids and many of them had them at a younger age than we are; twenty-eight seems like a pretty typical age to begin parenting. Our age seems to make people apprehensive or, at least, curious about us. When I dropped C off this morning with his current foster mom, she was definitely confused.
I think it would be awesome if more young people pursued foster parenting. Overall, I think it would be great if the church would flood foster care agencies with loving, committed foster parents regardless of their age. It is easy to get frustrated and complain about the system (and, to be honest, I’m really tempted to do that today). I think there are many good foster homes but I think there need to be more to cultivate change. And I think it is the Church’s job to do that.
(If this post seems disjointed, it is because I wrote the second half during a bout of righteous anger. Or, at least, that is what I like to call it.)