You remember Fosterhood, our favorite fostering blog.
People ask her why she fosters, and doesn’t she get attached to the child?
“Yes. You’re supposed to. I think that’s why they’re looking for human beings to foster and not robots”.
The real question they’re asking though is “Isn’t it so incredibly painful when the children are reunited with their parents that you want to go walk out in front of a bus?” and I get the question, I really do, but not so much. Because doing nothing makes me feel like walking out in front of a bus. Maybe it was all of those damn Sally Struthers commercials growing-up.
Doing something is actually pretty fun most of the time. Like lying awake typing this post because starting at 3:02am that 22 month-old in my bedroom started singing a disturbing mashup of “Baa-Baa Black Sheep” and “Poker Face”. And she’s on like the 29th verse already and for all I know she thinks there are 43 more.
I can’t imagine feeling any more alive and happy.