We’re getting more calls.
And quite frankly this is one of the worst parts of foster care. When we hear that a child needs help but then realize that we can’t step in. That we have to say “no.”
I know there are dozens of legitimate reasons to say that we can’t accept a placement, a child. Whether practical logistics or emotional restraints stand in the way, it’s far better for everyone for foster parents to know their limits.
But somehow reason never seems to resonate with my heart.
Partly because I only get to hear the need and never the answer. When I say “no,” there’s no follow up to let me know that the perfect family said “yes.”
For me, the story ends with my “no.”
I can only hope and pray that better comes their way. Better than what I couldn’t give them.
The stories and pain feel more real when someone calls you to ask if you can help. If you can care for a child who has suffered severe neglect or sexual abuse.
The media keeps it all at a safe distance from my home, my heart. Sad, but far.
And yet no longer.
All of a sudden, it’s real. It’s here.
And it’s not going away.
Children all around us are hurting. Being hurt.
They say, “Ignorance is bliss.” But bliss is not my highest value.
Through my broken rose-colored glasses, I can see far better the beautiful children that need us.
And when we see them and hear their stories, we can’t keep saying, “no.”
So we step in. Like toddlers learning to walk, we aren’t even quite sure what we’re doing. Bumping into each other. Falling down. Crying.
And I’m just talking about the adults.
But we’re trying. Would you try with us?