there is a little boy who lives in my mind and probably in my city. there are moments when i think i know his name and face. when i pass kids in the hallways of my school, i wonder if he looks like them. i wonder if he is them.
i know that he is broken.
i know that we are being called to hold him until he is whole again.
i know that since we started the process of getting our foster care license last week, i can think of little else.
there is a pile of rocket ships and dinosaurs and snowboard pjs. there is a list of 38 things that have to happen before we are able to take a child into our home.
i baked pumpkin bread yesterday, because moms do stuff like that.
foster parenting is tricky and right. it is what we are being called to do, and somebody will get hurt because in foster parenting, somebody always loses. i hope to do everything in my power to make sure that somebody is not an innocent little boy. (or girl, or sibling pair)
what a wild life!