I taught a foster parenting class for just over 4 years. I love(d) doing it. It has been a chance for me to have adult time. It’s given me a chance to feel like I’m really giving back and helping more kids than just the ones that we take into our home. And I’ve met some wonderful foster and adoptive parents.
This week one of my former students passed away.
She was a very kind and generous woman who loved each of her foster children with all of her heart. As a retired nurse, she brought knowledge and experience that some of our kiddos desperately need. She had planned on taking on medically fragile children, but after taking on her first placement, a Native American little boy, she fell head over heels in love with him and didn’t take on another placement wanting to give all of her time and attention to just that little guy. When he left, it was very hard for her… as it is for all foster parents. But, she opened her home to another little girl. A baby who’d been shaken. The shaking has left permanent damage. That sweet little baby was left blind and has a myriad of other physical and mental issues that will be with her for life. And, now, she’s lost the only mom that she’s ever known. They were lucky enough to be together for over a year.
I’ve been sharing their story on the various chat boards that I frequent. I really am asking for thoughts, prayers, whatever you believe in for both the family of this mom & the sweet little one who is now with another foster family.