I haven’t told you because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but we spent the fall training to become foster parents.
Scott and I have been discussing this on and off for almost a decade now, but I was surprised when I found a random Facebook note I wrote almost five years ago:
Talking about something and actually doing it are two very different things but each step fell into place and we were certified at the end of November.
We began preparing for a child (or sibling set!) between 3 and 9 years old. We moved our upstairs study to the dining room and moved our cat assisted living room to our former study and made a beautiful blue and yellow bedroom with the help of our kids and the previous owners who had painted it blue. We even bought a giant yellow fleece blanket because every person in our house has one that matches their bedroom.
We were just about ready to welcome a preK- or elementary-aged child into our home when the axiom we learned in training, “the only predictable thing in foster care is it’s unpredictable,” came true.
And we ended up with an adorable infant that we were completely unprepared for (except for two kids and two medical degrees – heh).
My husband ran out at 10 p.m. to get a moses basket so the baby could sleep somewhere, and our friends and family dropped off extra baby stuff over the next few days. (THANK YOU!)
I can’t go into specifics about this sweet baby on here, but I hope to write about what being a foster family is like for us. We’re new and the system is confusing, but the love comes easy.
So happy new year to you, to us, and to new adventures! xoxo