I… we are parents now. “He is just four months old!”. hard to believe that we were what she wanted. However, observing two young boys laugh and run after each other in the living room brothers in every significant sense I cannot envision life differently.
Fostering and adopting had always been on our minds, but in the far-off future something for “later,” when we were older, financially secure, and when our children were raised. . And now, I’m truly grateful it didn’t.
Two years ago, our biological son was just months old when we got an urgent call to momentarily care for a one-year-old boy. Only a couple of days, they mentioned. I mentally reviewed the logistics. Did we own an additional car seat? Luckily, indeed someone had delivered one to our church. A spot to rest? The pack-and-play will suffice for the time being. It was narrow, yet workable.
I recall chuckling anxiously when the caseworker prefers that we could be here for a longer placement. we can’t we already have a bad but as soon as he came , it seemed as if he fit in. In a that days,when we went there, we reached out again this had become permanent. We were completely involved.
We refer to him as “Bubba.” He’s cheerful, clever, and overflowing with energy. Seeing him develop next to our son just eight months apart has been one of the most wonderful blessings. They share it all: toys, secrets, and even playful songs whispered over their cribs. Their connection is unwavering.
Earlier I was a speech therapist in my previous school. young boy on my list changed everything for me. He was in foster care and dismantled every fear and stereotype I had held. He transformed the statistics into a reality he was no longer just a presence. I saw him. And I couldn’t avert my eyes.
That school years I met much more kids in the foster care I was happy to see them all growing up together and connecting sharing their stuff with each other. I acknowledged their advancements, felt concern for their futures, and observed remarkable resilience amidst their struggles. I joined a close friend group and we began foster care training. Currently, that organization has established residences, taken in children, and formed secure environments for individuals in need. We ceased dreaming and began acting.
I can still recall awakening one tired morning, with two infants in the home, just managing on caffeine and disrupted rest. My partner left a message: “Could never have pictured raising two childrens under two!” Yet amid the turmoil, we discovered meaning. It’s about supporting a child in their narrative, not altering it.
I frequently worried about how our son might respond. However, witnessing his affection for Bubba dispelled those anxieties. With a baby sister added to the family, we’re navigating the chaos of “three under three,” and somehow, it feels just perfect.
We didn’t hold out for the ideal moment we agreed to it, and in that choice, we discovered something greater than ideal.
