Little girls often dream about what they are going to do when they “grow up” and I always assumed I would get married and have a family of my own. And while I didn’t understand what it would entail, I thought it would be cool to adopt a child. That’s not to say I didn’t think I’d get pregnant on my own. I figured I would do both. It was just an idea I had. I figured there were so many babies in the world that already needed homes, why not help give one of them a good one.
Flash forward to present day. I’m single. No kids. And as much as I would like to have children of my own someday, the thought of adopting hasn’t left me. More so though, I think it would be amazing to become a foster parent. I realize this is not something I can achieve on my own, but I’m not giving up on the idea so quickly.
I know that being a foster parent is hard work. I know that you get children from all walks of life. I know that you get children of all ages. How great would it be to provide a temporary living arrangement for a child? To provide a stable and positive atmosphere where they feel loved no matter what.
I can’t begin to imagine how hard and difficult it can be as a foster parent. It would seem easy to get attached to a child only to have to give them back to someone else. But the satisfaction derived from it all has got to make the good outweigh the bad.
Lately I’ve been feeling something weighing heavily on my heart. I know that being a foster parent right now isn’t it. Perhaps I need to look into a mentoring program… something like Big Brothers/Big Sisters. I feel a calling to volunteer somewhere and I feel like it should involve babies and/or younger children. I’m not exactly sure where to go from here, except that I need to start researching options. I also need to start listening very carefully. I don’t know what God is trying to tell me, and I don’t know if it is to be temporary or permanent, but it’s obvious it is something.
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