Some days being a foster parent is about fielding questions for social workers, answering text messages, paperwork, packing the visit bag, preparing the child for a visit, advocating for the child's needs, logging Meds, and praying you are making a difference in a broken system.
Other days foster care is about watching the child who was afraid of water run in the sprinkler. Or the child who didn't know how to play with toys tell you an elaborate story of make believe. Or watching the child who was afraid of any sudden movement, being tossed in the air by his foster father with his head thrown back in a fit of laughter. Or realizing the child who had little language is pretending to read his favorite storybook with expression.
This is the hardest thing we have ever done (and we've done hard things). But I wouldn't trade the hard because then I would have to give up the amazingly wonderful.
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