Footprints on my Heart

Okay, I don't really know this song, but I thought it was a great title for this post.

Today I received this email.

When I read it, it took my breath away for a moment. I was very excited and nervous and then... I wasn't sure what I was felt.   This is somewhat embarrassing, but I thought to myself, "well, it's only the foster mother, but it's something".  I don't think I was dismissing the importance of foster mothers; I think I was trying to protect myself from getting hurt if this meeting didn't happen.

So then I spent the day thinking about foster parents. I don't know many, but I have a SHINING example of foster parents in a family at my school. Wow, they are the most amazing family, and they care for their babies so much. They give so much. They love so much. They have grown kids and every time I see them, they're carting around another baby. That takes a SPECIAL kind of AMAZINGNESS!!!

I remembering thinking at one point after I was a mom, "hmm, this lady took care of me for 6 months. That's a pretty long time in the newborn timeline." I thought about how much I loved my children at 6 months. How much they were a part of the family. How life would just not be the same without them. Yes, 6 months is not much compared to the almost 40 years I've been alive, but without her taking care of me for 6 months, who knows what would've happened. I think it was my mom who told me once that I came over in a sleeper/clothes that were very nice, that showed that I was well taken care. At that moment, I felt like I had been loved and cared for from the beginning.

It would be a great honor to meet my foster mother and family. It's so strange though, I write this blog, and I talk about the trip with friends, but I'm not sure it's really sinking in. It's in less than 4 weeks. SERIOUSLY??!!

Thanks for all the continued prayers and support.