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How long have you been thinking about fostering? Is this a new idea or something you’ve considered for some time?
This is often the first question I ask folks, and the answer is almost always the same: years. But they weren't sure they were ready. They weren't sure they are enough.
They've spent years picturing what it would be like to prepare a room for a child, of the things they would do with a child or
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“Remember that no one succeeds alone. Never walk alone in your future paths.” –Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayer
There are days and nights when we all feel alone. Our staff, our children, our foster parents, our biological parents…Probably even the judges presiding over these fragile lives feel alone.
But we never are. Not a single one of us. And we shouldn’t be.
We are part of a caring community. We are surrounded by friends
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May is National Foster Care Month. It is a month to reflect upon the confusing system that is foster care, to keep children in care, foster parents, biological parents, foster siblings (the children of foster parents), foster care workers, judges, lawyers, GALs, CASA workers, and everyone else in your thoughts. And for some of our foster parents, it is the right time to reflect back upon why they choose to foster.
Mama B is one
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They tore around the large room. Blocks were immediately turned into missiles, beverages on tables grabbed, anything within reach grabbed. Their eyes darted around, yet they avoided eye contact at all costs. We were unknown, this place was unknown.
“Is it always like this?” I asked, breathless after chasing down my work phone which had nearly gone airborne.
“Since they arrived, yes…It’s like they’ve never been in a house before,” Foster Mom said, catching a
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We call an Uber or a Lyft for a ride to the airport. We call AAA if we get a flat tire. We call DoorDash if we are sick and don’t have the energy to cook a meal for our family. We nod to our neighbors but don’t know their names or invite them in for coffee. We connect with family and friends via social media, but rarely reach out in person. The days are
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The courthouse was bustling with activity. A digital sign welcomed families. On the third floor, balloons bobbed, Storm Troopers doled out high fives and hugs, and photographers snapped away, capturing moments of joy. Everyone was dressed in their finest, from little Mary Jane shoes on feet who could not yet walk to three piece suits and bow ties. There was excitement, confusion, commotion, anxiety, and oh so much love. Families waited for their turn to
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His legs are visibly shaking. There is a voice, off to the side, encouraging him, giving him pointers, supporting him. Below is a woman, arms open, ready to catch him. The child lurches to his knees, clinging to the diving board. Eventually, he slowly lowers himself into the pool.
In the next frame, he is taller, leaner. His goggles are positioned on his face just so. He strides with confidence to the end of the