“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.’
‘Inside I was screaming, ‘I am your aunt!’ We waited in the school office. One by one, our kids walked into the room. We didn’t have a plan, but I knew my suspicions were right.’
“We spent the rest of that night carrying people out, and sending them to the emergency room. I said to myself, ‘I shouldn’t be here. I have children.’ I called my husband, worried about what he would say. My palms were sweating. ‘Go get your kids,’ he responded.”
‘I vividly remember the crazy looks I got with my huge pregnant belly and a newborn baby draped across my chest. I would stare too. It’s an odd sight, and honestly something I never imagined for myself.’
“But, there I was, about to have 2 babies 3 months apart.”
‘The hospital had never seen anyone like him. They said he wouldn’t walk, he may even have fetal alcohol syndrome, but he needed a home, TODAY.’
“Child waiting in hospital for 2.5 months, can’t find placement. Has no femur bones and is medically fragile. We made our decision, but what would our friends and family think of us?”
‘How could I buy a house with a shared driveway next to a sister I didn’t even know I had?!’
“Oh my God, it’s her, Lance! Stella and I are jumping around and screaming, ‘It’s her! It’s her!’”
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“I had to ensure my baby would have the best life I could give him.”
‘Our foster son came home with Family Tree homework. Seems innocent enough—until you have a kid whose tree has gone through a hurricane’
“Who are we? Are we family?”
She lifted her head and looked at me: ‘I hate foster care.’
“We packed her up, kissed her forehead, and watched as she left our home and lives forever. My eight year daughter lay in my arms, sobbing. ‘We’re never going to see her again.'”