on fostering — 1 year ago
I love kids and I “get” them. I couldn’t take on a permanent kid, but I think I could take one in for a bit.
Back when I was big with child, living in Fort Worth and struggling, struggling, I did this in a small, tiny way.
The kids across the street were outside, just sitting. Finally as it started to get dark I went over and asked if they were hungry. There parents hadn’t come home. They were hungry.
We left a note on their door and came over to my house and made spaghetti. It turned out their parents had been arrested for writing hot checks and everyone had forgotten them. They didn’t have a key, or a phone, they were alone.
We had a nice night. A relative came over around 11 p.m. and collected them.
The next morning, I found a picture on my doorstep that the older boy made for me. A picture of a fat, happy baby and a note, “Thank you for dinner!, You’re gonna be a great mom and your baby is gonna be very cool.”
Since then, I’ve thought fostering might be a fine thing to do.
