“We got a call for three boys – ages 1, 3, and 4. They were brothers, and had been separated. ‘I’m glad you are not mean and never get mad. I was scared of foster parents, but not you. You never scream or cuss,’ the oldest said as my mom tucked him in. In their eyes, they were already a part of our family.”
‘I choked back tears when Travon told me, ‘You’re my big sister now!’ My earth shattered. These 3 brothers were home. It was all in front of me.’
‘Strong people do foster care. Bible thumpers do foster care. Not us. People like us do not do foster care.’
“We tried for five long years to have children of our own. Five years is sixty months. That’s six hundred ovulation tests and one hundred and twenty pregnancy tests. Always negative.”
I got a text while I was at work that said, ‘Babe, will you seriously pray and think about something?!’ Immediately my heart pounds.
“It seemed impossible. It would have to take a miracle. The rest of the story is nothing short of just that.”
‘At 27, I had become a single foster mom of three overnight’
“I did not have nine months of preparation traditionally associated with child rearing, I had mere hours to prepare.”