“I never realized that a mother is not interchangeable; you cannot just change a known mother with an unknown one.”
- Love What Matters
- Family
- Adoption/Foster Care
“I never realized that a mother is not interchangeable; you cannot just change a known mother with an unknown one.”
“She is leaving everything she grew to love. Everything she wanted her life to be. Everything we built. Carefully, I go into her bedroom. Everything is gone now; the toys, the clothes, the jewelry box with the little ballerina. I sit on the bed and recall the conversations, the questions, the hugs given. And slowly, through hot salty tears, I realize I am smiling.”
“I’ve looked at others’ family relationships and wondered, ‘What is that like?’ When Connie expressed how she knew what it was like to have a mother now, it touched me deeply. We’re creating our own family by the heart.”
“This little kid with the politician smile and biggest heart had won us over. There would be no more disruptions for him, no more moving. Dwayne, the little kid who needed a home, had finally found his place.”
“The name of each donor is written on the back of the puzzle that hangs above their beds. Each piece of the puzzle tells a story because each donor gave an incredible gift.”
“Sitting in a shelter, she envisioned aging out of the system. She had given up on the possibility of being adopted before even meeting us. Honestly, I think she had given up on the possibility of people really loving her for who she is. But the universe has showed me this beautiful, brown-eyed girl was supposed to be with us.”
“The social worker on the phone said, ‘She’s white. Is that okay?’ Without hesitating, my husband said, ‘She needs a home, right? Her race is not relevant.’ Our skin may not match, but we are still a family.”
“I got a call one day to take a 5-year-old little girl. Later that day, she walked into my house with a trash bag of clothes. She had head lice, body lice, and pinworms. She’d come from a dirty foster home where she said she was made to lay on the floor.”
“Her file labeled ‘harder to adopt’ arrived. It held pages upon pages filled with pictures, details, and medical records. We cried all the way through it.”
“In the midst of licensing families and talking about the HUGE need for foster families, I realized something. My husband and I are exactly what I had been screaming from the rooftops that the system needs—people who have the time, love, and space to offer children when they need it most.”