The call came at midnight: ‘We have a 3-year-old girl at the hospital. Her mom was shot, her dad has been arrested. Can you come???

“The call came from a DHS supervisor at midnight: ‘We have a 3-year-old girl at the hospital. Her mom was shot and is not expected to live through the night. Her dad has been arrested. Domestic violence. All clothing was taken by police as evidence, so if you could bring a blanket that would be great. Can you come pick her up?’ ‘Yes..’

The call came from a CPS worker while I was making dinner: ‘I just came on the scene to find a 4-year-old boy sitting in the back of a police car. His clothing is soaked with urine from his mentally unstable mother; he may have lice, and he is filthy. Can we bring him to your house?’ ‘Yes.’

The call came from the placement desk while I was in the middle of a run: ‘We have a tiny 10-day-old baby boy. Things aren’t working out with his current foster home, and we need to move him. Do you have an infant car seat?’ ‘Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.’

My husband and I are biological parents to two young kids, as well as foster parents to a revolving crew of kids under the age of five. A friend, who also fosters, once told me that calls from DHS are like a Create-Your-Own-Adventure Game.

Each ‘yes’ takes your family on a wild new adventure you never expected. I always wonder what adventure we are missing out on with the calls we can’t take. We say yes because these broken babies need a safe place to land. They need a mommy to wrap them in blankets and tuck them in at night.

They need a daddy to hoist them up on his shoulders and gallop them around the backyard. They need clothing that fits and food that nourishes. They need to be tickled and trained and taken to the zoo. They need boundaries. They need love. I have been surprised to find how much we need these little people, too.

They are sweet and feisty and stubborn and funny. They keep us on our toes and teach us lessons we need to learn. People tell me all the time, ‘I don’t know how you do it! I could never become a foster parent.

It would be too hard to say goodbye to the kids once I’ve gotten attached.’ And I get it, I do. I used to say the exact same thing. But now, I wonder what in the world I was thinking. Was I serious? It would be too hard for… me?

Make no mistake. It is hard. There are plenty of days when I feel like I just don’t have it in me to do this. My ideas and energy and patience fall flat. There are endless meetings and appointments and phone calls. There are false accusations and frustrating decisions. Foster parenting can be tough.

However, these children are forced to do difficult things every day. It is not their fault or choice. They were abused and neglected and forced to earn a living on their own. They were separated from their brothers and washed from one place to another. Children in the foster care system have suffered more in their short lives than most of us would stop and think, let alone our own experience.

The next call will come. My husband and I will say yes. Not because we’re an awesome foster family of posters. We would say yes because these children are forced to do difficult things. The least we can do is look at his broken eyes and say, “yeah. I’ll do hard things with you.

I will hold your hand and kiss your headend calm your tantrums. By God’s grace, we will figure this out together.’ When it is time to say goodbye, I will wash their clothes and pack their stuffed animals. I will ache and cry and wish it could be different. But I will never regret saying yes.”

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