Foster Care · Hope

Day Thirty-Four: I Could Never

Using a pre-set coffee pot as an alarm clock at the head of my bed and eating mac and cheese for dessert sometimes are “because I can” things. Foster care is not a “because I can” thing.

My Adveturer is fascinated by all things animals and cracks everyone up with the quickest sense of humor.

My Sweetpea has the gentlest spirit and giggled in the bath tub twice after days of diligent efforts to calm her fears of it.

My Brave boy loves his sister well and talked all about the world as he sees it while we ate cheese sticks together before bed.

My Honeybee straight up refuses to wear anything without good pockets and threw down her dolly to run into my arms at the end of her day at daycare.

My Noble girl has the sparkliest eyes and was just beginning to be instantly comforted by my picking her up to hold her through the hard parts of night.

Each of these children had this moment, whether hours or days after coming, when they looked into my eyes without doubt, anger or fear guarding the view. The profoundly humbling beauty of that gift is not lost on me. That’s the memory that consumes my heart and mind when we say our goodbyes. Every time.

I was told it likely wouldn’t work out with my Noble girl’s first-choice back-up plan just minutes after her moment. It did though and I’m not it. I am not the best option for her and she’s getting closer to “best” than many do. And so I kissed her sleepy head and handed her over to a loving stranger in a rainy Sam’s Club parking lot.

Dear ones, acquaintances and strangers are always saying, “I could never do that.”  Can I tell you a secret? Neither can I. 

Every day in a daunting new way a piece of who I am is fundamentally forever altered. In a very real sense, dies. Dies to self. Because these children don’t need a baby sitter, they need a mom, “for such a time as this,” and moms pour out their whole hearts. Somehow our Heavenly Father makes it all happen and happen well. That’s what this is. This is the strength of Christ being made perfect in my weakness. I get it now more than ever; when I am weak, then I am strong.

I am not a super person, not a remarkably equipped person, not even a particularly good person; I’m a person with expired condiments in her fridge, unanswered texts in her phone, a dirty mouth when fired up, a deep sense of purpose and a habit of telling the relentless fears, naysaying doubts, sorrows and Satan to stick it. Every single morning over coffee. So much coffee.

Because baby girl being with people who have known and loved her throughout her first year of life when the day comes to celebrate her first year of life in a few weeks is just one of the countless moments worth all of the others.

One thought on “Day Thirty-Four: I Could Never

  1. I had dreams of being a parent. When I became one many fears and doubts came rushing in. There were times I said “I can’t do this.” There were times I said “why me?” But God knows I can do it. And he chose me. Taking care of my children is both hard work and a blessing. As much as I may be teaching them, they are teaching me.

    What you are doing, Kristina, is such a blessing. It takes a special person to care for and love a child then say goodbye after a period of time.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s