Tuesday, July 29, 2014

So... why are you becoming a foster parent right now?

In the week since announcing my decision to become a foster parent (and in previous weeks when I announced it to a few folks here and there), I have received an incredible amount of support and encouragement. I am immensely grateful for everyone who commented, “liked”, shared, or read that last post.

 I had so many people- including some I have I haven’t seen or spoken to in far too long- send me messages to say they are thinking of, praying for, and supporting me on this journey. I feel very humbled, immeasurably thankful, and extremely blessed.

In addition to the support and encouragement, I have also received a lot of questions.  It makes sense- I think this process is unfamiliar to a lot of people, so I love being able to share my experiences along the way.

I think the main question I've received- which, again, makes sense- is some variation of …

No one can resist those "eyes that sparkle and pierce the hearts of women- both old and middle-aged alike."

I felt like this would be an important question to address here- it seems sort of foundational for the things I’ll write in the future. At the same time, though, it’s also a difficult question to answer.

When I break it down, there are two main reasons for the “why” of the question:

Reason 1: I feel called to do it.
I realize that probably sounds cliché, but I’m not sure how else to articulate that it is a passion I literally feel.

And I do not mean “literally” in the Chris Traeger sense.

I mean that when I think about the barriers so many children face today and the fact that they deserve so much more, my heart aches. And when I have the opportunity to provide kids with some of the things they need- love, acceptance, encouragement, safety- I feel joyful and alive. (More on my experiences with that later.)

Again, I’m not sure how to articulate that, but I imagine it looking something like this:
This will be the first of many Liz Lemon gifs on this blog.
Prepare yourselves.

Reason 2: There is an overwhelmingly huge need for foster parents right now.
There are a lot of statistics out there I could quote, but I know you can all use Google well enough to look them up if you so desire. Instead, I’ll just point you to this article posted in the Waco Trib a few weeks ago. It explains a shocking reality that- unfortunately- isn’t isolated to the Waco area. (Just to warn you- it shares a few real stories of what many children face today, and it is a bit graphic in the beginning.)

The sad reality is there are a lot of kids out there in need of love, nurturing and stability, but there aren’t enough homes available to provide them.

My former English professor once shared the following Frederick Buechner quote with me:

“The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”

That is essentially what led me to a career in social work and what now leads me to become a foster parent.

Now to address the “right now” part of the question…

I’m not sure if any of you have really perused this blog, but if so you may have noticed there are a few posts written before last week’s. There’s been a bit of a writing gap here, because those entries were written in the summer of 2011.

At the time, I was actually working as… a foster parent!
Let me explain, Will.

Before I started my MSW program, I moved to Houston and spent the summer working as a foster parent with an agency in Houston. I was in an intake home with a few of parents caring for a house full of kids. We had six at a time- all between the ages of 2 days and 4 years old.

Obviously it was a crazy experience.

And I loved it.

(*Side note, that agency is actually looking for people willing to do this internship now. If you or someone you know might be interested, you can learn more here.)

I’ve known since then I wanted to be a foster parent at some point, but I thought it would be further down the road- probably when I was older and settled and married.

Fast-forward five years. I’m older, and I’m decently settled, I think. I have a job, a place to live, and grown-up furniture.

At this point, though, I’m tired of waiting on the married part. I’ve hit two-thirds of those life benchmarks- I think I’m doing okay.

Now, I am not afraid I’m going to die alone, and I don’t consider myself to be an old maid.

I'm definitely not at Jess' level of hopelessness.

I’ve just decided that, at twenty-something, I don’t want to put off life goals while I wait on this one thing to fall into place. Because I don’t know when, or- let’s be honest- even if, that will happen. I can’t predict the future.

What I can do is live my life fully right now- however that looks for me.

A few people have graciously asked me if I’m scared about how this will affect my future marriage prospects.

I'm pretty sure I've read that question in a Jane Austen novel, so I think the most appropriate response is the Elizabeth Bennett side-eye.

The honest answer to that is yes. A little bit.

But as scary as it is now to wonder, “What if _____ happens?”, it is nowhere near as terrifying as the thought of being 80- or even 30- and wondering, “What could have happened if I followed my passions?”

I guess those questions could always be in the back of my mind, but I’ve realized I don’t want look back on my life and regret making choices based on what might happen down the road. Instead, I want take control of the things I can control and let what might happen fall into place- or not fall into place- whenever it will.

I want to change the world, guys, and I’m not about to let some “what if"s keep me from doing that.

As I was thinking through this post over the weekend, trying to figure out how to articulate my thoughts, I took a break to finish a book I’ve taken way too long to read. (Shout out to my friend, J, who has let me borrow it for about a year now. Maybe longer.)
It’s called Daring Greatly*, and in it, author Brené Brown summarizes a conversation she had with her daughter.

I explained that I had spent many years never trying anything that I wasn’t already good at doing, and how those choices almost made me forget what it feels like to be brave. I said, ‘Sometimes the bravest and most important thing you can do is just show up.’”

Preach, Brené.

So, I’m choosing to show up. I’m making a crazy and terrifying and daring choice.

And I’m excited to see where it leads me.

(I’m going to respond to some other FAQs soon- the more basic questions I receive about the foster care process. If you have any you’d like me to answer- about the process itself or my decision to take it on- please feel free to write it in the comments! I’m excited to be able to share what I’m learning, so I’d love to answer any questions you might have!)

*Brené’s book title is based on a Theodore Roosevelt speech called “The Man in the Arena.” I’ve included it here, because it’s great and everyone should read it.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,

because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;

who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”


  1. Love reading your journey! Those quotes are very encouraging to me in my current job search.... Keep sharing! Saying a prayer for you right now!

    1. Thank you so much, Laura! That means a lot! :) Good luck in your job search! I know the search process can be really difficult and frustrating; I hope at the end of it you've found something that brings you excitement and joy!


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