Foster Care?

It was never my intent to be a foster parent.  Not because I'm opposed to the idea, it's just not the path we wanted to take.  See, I grew up in a household that fostered about a dozen kids.  Not all at the same time, although the neighbors would despute that, cause we pretty much had kids coming out the windows! 

When I was a kid, I assumed I'd do foster care when I was a mama, because that's what all mamas do, right?    But both Hubs and I worried about getting attached, and loosing that baby, and neither of us thought we could handle it.  Instead we made the choice to go with straight up adoption.

And you've seen how that's been going!

So a few months ago, when a foster care "recruiter" came to speak at our church, I laughed.  Out loud.  Then I turned to Hubs and told him "You know I'd do it, in a minute.  And I know you don't want to, so I'm not going to talk to them."  and I left it plopped in his lap.

So as I gathered out herd, he did what I didn't think he'd do.  He talked to them.  Then he filled out the info card.  And a few days later, he took the phone call.  And made an appointment for us.

We start classes next week so I can play with a baby while God takes his time delivering ours!