This post was inspired by my sweet foster momma friend who just started her own blog! Check it out http://parentingintheunknown.com/ and while you're at it follow her on Instagram. The inspiration came from her FB status where she wrote about where her foster littles were at when they came to her and where they are… Continue reading Progress
When we first received our foster son we were told that he didn't play with other children, but did parallel play. I thought that was interesting for a 5 year old, but it was honestly a low priority when we first got him. I just wanted him to be comfortable in our home during this… Continue reading Dirty Laundry
Going into this process I felt confident that we were going to be good (maybe even great) parents. We would over-come challenges and nurture whatever child came into our home. I was nervous, but my confidence told me I was fine. We had an awesome support system, right? There was one fear I couldn't get… Continue reading Fear
I'm an over-explainer. I feel if I don't clarify something then the person I'm talking to wont truly understand. It's a fear of being misunderstood. I'm learning to let that go through fostering. I think I'm most self-conscious when I'm disciplining our little one. Will they (aka people I don't know and will never talk… Continue reading Let People Wonder
I can't tell you how much I tried to prepare only to be blindsided about a dozen times each week. Everything is SO new. We are blessed to have an incredible community who has offered nothing but love and support. Without a strong community behind us it would be a lot harder. I didn't realize… Continue reading Expectations
I've had a lot of people ask me what fostering is like and I can confidently say: Parenting someone else's child is the hardest thing I've ever done. It's the hope that their family will be healthy and safe for them to return to all the while knowing their life will be much harder if… Continue reading What is Fostering Like?
Seven years ago I never thought my life would look like this. I wanted to travel, stay single forever, and be a wandering artistic nomad. I had no plans to "settle down" and domesticate myself. That sounded like torture. How could a free-spirit like myself ever commit to someone? After all, they would just hold… Continue reading The Journey Begins