The Unexpected Journey into Foster Care

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My family has been a foster home since the middle of my eighth grade year. We hadn’t had kids until everything changed October 30, 2012, my freshman year of high school. It was a regular school day, everyone talking about their Halloween plans, what parties they were going to, and who was "too old" to trick or treat. I was sitting in my dreadful World History class when I got a text message from my mother saying, "Call me as soon as you can.” This sent me into an immediate panic. Was she hurt? What rule did I break? Did she find out about ____? I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom, and I called her. "Hi mom." "Do you want two little boys?" "What the hell do you mean do I 'want two little boys'? " I asked, forgetting …show more content…

After the boys went to bed, we both reflected on what had happened. The most shocking part was that the kids were put into our care because their parents were hurting them. We were supposed to give them a safe haven, and we did nothing more than their parents; inflict pain. The doctor told us that the scar would slowly fade as Jeremy grew up, but that was forever scarred into our minds. Don’t let me mislead you, being a foster home isn’t always a negative thing. There are so many great memories with the children who have been put into our care. The great times vary from child to child: Like when we receive loving art from the boys with handprints and footprints, or taking a day trip to Portland with the 18 year old who lived with us for 11 months, or my current 10 year old who buries her head into my neck when she’s …show more content…

It isn’t watching kids for a couple of hours, and then leaving. You don’t become wealthy from the government paying you; you barely scrape by. It’s waking up at two in the morning to change a diaper, or cuddle after a nightmare. It’s your family coming together as a unit, and slowly dissolving. It’s waking up an hour and a half early so that you can dress the kids, feed them, make their daycare lunches, while writing an essay. It’s not knowing if your current child is going to be there for three days, or several years. Running a foster home is a constant feeling of unknown. Being a foster home is enjoying going to school, and work because it’s less stressful than being at home. It isn’t about your comfort, or your happiness. It’s about changing someone else's life, creating a safe home, and making an impact on someone's life; and hoping it's for the better. You hope it’s better because all you want is to give these kids something they can hold onto after they leave. Being a foster home is the best, and the worst thing you can have growing

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