What kind of CRAZY person signs up for Foster Care?!

I'm not gonna lie, y'all.  This afternoon it hit me like a ton of bricks:

What have we done?

Why did I think we could handle foster care?

What kind of insane person would sign up for this?

And of those insane people, what kind of complete lunatic would sign up for a Native American Foster Care Placement? 


Before I tell you what led me to this fantastically self pitying moment, let me tell you about how we met our girls:

(I cannot share their names or pictures, but know that they are precious and lovely and beautiful.)

It was a Wednesday afternoon at the end of March, smack dab in the middle of our MUCH needed Spring Break.  I was sitting on the counter applying my make up and preparing for an HOA meeting that we were hosting in our home in about 2 hours.  I saw the number for DCFS on my caller ID and my heart went into my throat just a tiny bit.
I called Matt into the room so that we could listen to the details together on speaker phone: 2 little girls, ages 5 and 2.  They are half Navajo.  Our RFC (Resource family Consultant) proceeded to tell us about why these girls were removed from their parents.  They have a relative who can take them, but she lives out of state and it could take months.  Then he said, "Here's the thing:  the 2 year old is sick- looks like she has hand foot and mouth and they are thinking she may need to stay at the hospital for the night.  You don't have to do this- I mean you can still take the placement and not do the hospital stay, but she needs someone to stay with her at the hospital tonight.  Her sister is at the Christmas Box House."

This experience was completely different from our last "placement".  I felt at peace and Matt and I looked at each other and we both just knew we needed to say yes.  We hung up and talked to the kids, saying a prayer and asking their input.  They were all smiles and yeses and excitement. We tried to prepare them as best as we could.  We told them that it was extremely unlikely that adoption would even be a possibility for these girls, but that we knew they needed  a family in the meantime and asked them if they wanted to help.  They all gave a resounding yes!

Matt and I scrambled around trying to get the house ready (thankfully it was relatively clean..),  get the HOA meeting started and get a bag packed to spend a night in the hospital.  Hand, Foot and Mouth is painful and unpleasant, but it's pretty easily treated, so it can't be too bad, right?

When I arrived at the hospital, I met Luna, and she. was. mad.  Mad as hell and sick as a dog.  I was taken aback at her beauty right away.  Her eyes, y'all.  They shine like no other.  Like the moon.  That's why we'll call her Luna.  These are a few random internet pictures that remind me of her:

I learned very quickly that we were in for something MUCH bigger than we originally thought.  Luna didn't have hand foot and mouth, she had pneumonia.  My one night in the hospital with her would likely be days... she had a partially collapsed lung and her oxygen levels were continuously low.

I spent the next four days at the hospital with Luna. She would vascillate between being so angry she wouldn't let me near her and so sick she wouldn't let me put her down.

Imagine: You're two. You've been taken from the only people in the world who take care of you (even if they don't do it well!) and removed from your sister and you are alone in a hospital without a familiar face.  You're attached to machines and poked and prodded and they do procedure after procedure...

I tried to make the nurses do all the mean stuff so I could be the comfort person, but it's hard to comfort a child who doesn't know you any better than the people poking and pricking you.

If you've had a two year old, or have one now,
imagine your baby: ... sick as can be, low oxygen levels, alone in a hospital without a familiar face, angry and scared.

Luna had good reason to be mad.

After about seven hours with her, at 2 in the morning, they woke her to begin an especially grueling procedure.  I couldn't bear it, so I went outside and paced the hallway.  Her angry yelling turned to desperate, painful screams and I broke.  My knees buckled and tears poured down my face.

I thought:

What have I gotten myself into?

I have comforted countless children over my ten years as a teacher and 14 years as a mom.
But never have I had to enter into their lives during their darkest time, their deepest anguish. I have always come from a place of trust... you don't comfort the children of strangers.  This poor child needs her mama and so help me, I am not her.

Just then a nurse came up and wrapped her arms around me.  "You can do this." she said.  I wept on her shoulder and prayed.  I never saw that nurse again, but Oh, what an angel she was to me that night!

I went back in and we tried to bathe the screaming angry baby to no avail.  She was filthy as could be, but she screamed to high heaven every time we tried to place her in the water.  I got her back to the room, wrapped her in a blanket and she finally let me soothe her, eventually falling asleep in my arms.

The first time she let me hold her, I instinctively began to sing.  That's what I do with babies- I sing.  At the time, I was surprised at the song that came out of my mouth... it wasn't a  lullaby that I had sung to my own babies, but  one that I had sung as a special musical number at church many Christmases ago.  But when it was just the two of us, alone in that dark hospital room, I realized why God put Mary's Lullaby in my head:

(Now please note:  I know Luna isn't the Savior, but I also know God put these words into my heart that night for a reason!)

All mine in your loveliness, Baby, all mine;
All mine in your holiness, Baby Divine.
Sing on, herald angels, in chorus sublime;
Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.

The wise men are coming to worship their king.
The shepherds are kneeling, their homage to bring.
Out yonder, the star over Judah will keep;
No harm can befall thee, then sleep, Baby, sleep.

Oh, let me enfold thee, my baby, tonight;
While legions are singing in joyous delight.
A new star has risen to hail thee divine,
For you are a king, but tonight you are mine.

Away, spectered future of sorrow and plight.
Away to the years that must follow tonight.
The pangs of Gethsemane, let them be dim;
The red drops on Calvary, not, Lord, for him!

Oh, let me enfold thee, my baby, tonight;
While legions are singing in joyous delight.
A new star has risen to hail thee divine,
For you are a king, but tonight you are mine.

All mine in your loveliness, Baby, all mine;
All mine in your holiness, Baby Divine.
Sing on, herald angels, in chorus sublime;
Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.

As I held that baby and wondered what the future held for us, those words pierced my heart:
Away, spectered future of sorrow and plight.
Away to the years that must follow tonight.
...Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.

Matt and I took turns with Luna in the hospital... she adored him from the start and called him Dad right away.  Unfortunately, the hospital offered a teeny chair to sleep in and you may have noticed that my husband is, well, a rather large man.  So, I took the night shifts. We did all we could to comfort Luna and encourage her to eat.  No matter what we did, she refused to eat or drink or smile.  She was the saddest, sweetest, most pitiful baby.   After two days of switching off with our kids and Luna, I went to the Christmas Box House to bring home Luna's sister, Sunshine.  She had been sick with the virus that caused Luna's pneumonia and we were counseled to wait until she was feeling better so that we didn't get all of our bio children sick as well. 

I drove to the Christmas Box House, exhausted and excited to meet this little girl.  She came bounding out from around the corner with the roundest, sweetest face and the best cheeks you've ever seen!  She was so bubbly and happy and you'd never guess she'd been through a traumatic experience.  Sunshine has a smile that just lights up the world!  Here are a few pictures that remind me of her:

 She was so excited to come and meet our family and to see her sister!

We drove to the hospital and I walked her into the room and a little miracle took place:

Luna, sitting in Matt's lap looked over and saw her sister.
For the first time in 2 days, her eyes lit up and she smiled, bouncing up and down in Matt's lap and pointing at her sister.  
And I tell you, it was like the Sun and Moon, meeting each other again.  Matt and I were so thrilled to see such joy on their faces. 
Luna still had to stay in the hospital, so I took Sunshine and our other 3 kiddos home to get dinner and get settled for the night.  

If you're a mom, you may be wondering, "What did they eat? What did they wear? Did they have clothes?"
Well, y'all.  I have people. Angels.  My wonderful friend Mary, who I told you about in THIS post had brough over a box of clothes for Luna.
 My dear friend Corrie brought over a delicious dinner- we still want that recipe, Corrie! 
... and my incredibly selfless and serving sister (we dropped the in-law part a long time ago) Natalie had gone shopping for clothes for both girls.  She washed them and folded them and had them all ready to go for us.  Matt's mom and sister Raegan, went grocery shopping for us while we were in the hospital, so we came home to lots of kid friendly foods.  More angels! 

I gave Sunshine a bath and she swam around in there like a little fish!  The next day, she took two more baths- it was her favorite thing!
Matt had breakfast duty the next day and we both know that food is a sensitive issue with foster children.  They have lost so much control that it is important that they be able to choose foods that are familiar to them.  Matt asked her what she'd like for breakfast and Sunshine said, "Mac and Cheese".
Matt said, "Well, like for breakfast, what do you want?  Anything you want, like bacon, eggs, pancakes?"
Sunshine replied, "Mac and Cheese".
So, they had Mac and Cheese, pancakes, bacon and eggs for breakfast!  
When we finally brought Luna home and had everyone together in our house for the first time, it was all of the feelings.  All of them.  Everyone laughed.  Everyone cried.  Everyone was exhausted.

Our children each, at separate times said, "I'm glad theyre here, but I miss the way it used to be."

We completely understood what they were saying, even though it was only the first real night.

That first night was hard.. nothing could prepare me for putting Sunshine to bed and having her look at me, with tears pouring down her cheeks asking, "Can you get my parents out of jail?"

There is no training class for that.

My heart ached for her.  We didn't sleep much that first month.  The past four months have been a blur of visits and failed court hearings and medical visits and early intervention testing and lots and lots of love and hugs.  I'll try to tell the stories here as I can, but it's been a constant roller coaster. Because the girls are Native American, the case falls under the Indian Child Welfare Act, or ICWA, which I explain in this post:  Just scroll down until you see ICWA.

 If Foster Care is a roller coaster:

Then ICWA foster care is this roller coaster:

There are even less certainties and more frustrations and less control for the Foster Parents. 

In the beginning, we thought we'd only have the girls a short time... a few weeks looked like the most it would be.  Gradually, every possible family placement fell through for various reasons and we've had them longer and longer. (Which has been a blessing- truly!  We have felt so blessed to have them each day.) With each step, I let myself hope a little more that they might stay forever. I speak a little about that in THIS post. 
Here are a few ways that an ICWA case differs from regular Foster Care Cases:

• Hearings that would have been completed within 30 days for a normal foster care case have taken 4 months, because the judge offers continuance after continuance after continuance.  The State does not want even the appearance of having removed these girls unfairly or for racial reasons.
• After 120 days in a normal Foster Care case, the State is no longer obligated to look for family members or a kinship placement. No such limits exist in an ICWA case. 
• In a normal foster care case, once the children have been in the foster home for 6 months, the foster family gets preference  for adoption (over relatives).  With ICWA, no such placement exists. 
• In a normal case, parents have 12 months from the date of removal to get their act together and get their children back. In an ICWA case, the parents have 15 months.  And of course, that time line can always be extended by a judge and you can bet that with ICWA, there will continue to be extensions offered.  
• The State always has the burden to try and reunite children with birth parents, but with Native families, the State's burden is higher... they must make "active efforts" to reach the goal of reunification. 
• Most importantly, the Tribe can step in AT ANY TIME and remove the girls from our care.  The Tribe's power trumps the power of the State.  The Tribe can trump the will of the biological parents as well. 

I could go on and on and on... but I won't.  And I don't mean to imply that we have it harder then evey other  Foster Parent... there are a million different stories and a million different struggles. Sufficeth to say that the past four months have been amazing and exhausting and exasperating and wonderful...
There have been trials and miracles and setbacks, but:
We love these girls.  
 With every passing day, we love them more.   We want them to have a happy, healthy and safe life.  We both know that it would be best if the girls' parents can get their lives in order and get these girls back, but we have reason to believe that this is highly unlikely.  We want them to be a part of our family forever. That may be the wrong thing to say, but it's how we feel and I have to speak the truth. 

So, after all the "Wait!  They may be leaving! " moments, they are still with us.  After the last hearing, I began to think maybe they really will be staying with us for the next year.  Maybe there really is a chance that they will stay with us... forever.  Is that fair to hope?  Is it fair to Luna and Sunshine to hope that their parents completely screw everything up and fail?

No. The very best thing for Luna and Sunshine would be for their birth parents to heal and be healthy caregivers to them.

Is it fair to pray that Luna and Sunshine can become part of our forever family?!

I do not know.  Praying for this outcome is praying for us, rather than praying for the girls.... If the girls become part of our forever family, it means a permanent, tragic loss of their first family.  And it isn't fair to pray for that. 

Just as these thoughts were swirling around in my head and my heart, I got the August issue of our church magazine in the mail.  It fell right open to this glorious piece of goodness from David A. Bednar: Accepting The Lord's Will and Timing. 

I truly felt that this was a precious tender mercy from God just for Matt and me.  How we needed these words!  Elder Bednar shares the story of a couple struggling with late stage cancer.  Now, please don't misunderstand me:  I do not think for one minute that our difficulties are anything like facing death, but... we needed the same lesson this couple learned. 

"I then posed questions I had not planned to ask and had never previously considered: “John, do you have the faith not to be healed? ...
We recognized a principle that applies to every devoted disciple: strong faith in the Savior is submissively accepting of His will and timing in our lives—even if the outcome is not what we hoped for or wanted. Certainly, John and Heather would desire, yearn, and plead for healing with all of their might, mind, and strength. But more important, they would be “willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon [them], even as a child doth submit to his father” (Mosiah 3:19). Indeed, they would be willing to “offer [their] whole souls as an offering unto him” (Omni 1:26) and humbly pray, “Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done” (Luke 22:42).
John continued: “Having the faith not to be healed seemed counterintuitive; but that perspective changed the way my wife and I thought and allowed us to put our trust fully in the Father’s plan for us. We learned we needed to gain the faith that the Lord is in charge whatever the outcome may be, and He will guide us from where we are to where we need to be. As we prayed, our petitions changed from ‘Please make me whole’ to ‘Please give me the faith to accept whatever outcome Thou hast planned for me.’"

I'd like to say that I read that article and completely abosrbed that lesson into my heart.  But I am still struggling with it.  I felt I had found peace and the ability to trust whatever outcome God has planned... I live in this beautiful crazy stressful world where I love Luna and Sunshine entirely and I plan for their future as far as I can because I refuse to sit in limbo... but then out of the blue something will happen that pulls the rug out from under my beautiful, happy picture.  

Today, the caseworker came for a visit.  She talked about another ICWA case that they have been working on for a year and a half.  The tribe has failed to get involved and now that they are moving toward terminating parental rights, the tribe has stepped in and is removing the children from the foster family.  After a year and a half with this family, just as adoption looks possible, the Tribe is stepping in and those children will be removed and placed with strangers.  

We knew this was a possibility, even a likelihood.  I have read stories where this happened.  I was warned this might happen before we accepted Luna and Sunshine.   We were told that the Tribes don't have the resources to provide foster homes so they often will allow the state to deal with foster care and then step in when adoption becomes necessary.  I knew this.  I have discussed this possibility with the caseworker before.  But for some reason, when she talked about it today, it made me physically ill.  My stomach felt like it was in my chest and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't keep the tears from slipping down my cheeks.  

"They are never going to let you adopt them."  The words kept coursing through my head and every time they brought a new wave of grief. 

What am I doing?!!! 

Why are we doing this?!  

Are we INSANE?!

Only a crazy person would do this.  Only someone who had lost her right mind would serve up her heart and her husband's heart and the hearts of her children on a plate and say, 

"Cut us up. Bleed us dry. Break our hearts 

until these girls are safe."

And then I realized...
Isn't that just what Christ did for us?  

I am completely obsessed with this song by Natalie Grant called , "Alive"... take a minute and listen.  I cry every. single time. 

One of the lines reads, "What kind of heart would let itself be broken every time, until He healed mine?  You, only You..."

And so...

We love them.  We sacrifice our wants and our feelings and our schedules and our sleep and our time and our patience and we give until it hurts.

We love them.  
And we fail at it every day.  But God is there, picking up the pieces of our broken offering.  He takes our five loaves of bread and our two fish and He magnifies it.  When Sunshine came to us, sh could not count to three or identify the difference between a letter and a picture of a cat.  Now, she is writing her name and other words and walks around repeating the letter sounds.  It's miraculous.  Truly.  HE did that.  Luna, who said only three words and could hardly walk when she came to us, n ow walks around our home singing and learning new words every day.  She is a miracle to watch.  GOD did that.  Not us.  

And so, though it hurts, We love them. 

We want what is best for them.   We will love them as long as we are allowed to have them.  A few months ago, our Bishop stopped me in the hallway and said he was watching us during church.  
I immediately apologized for the circus that is our rowdy family of seven, but he stopped me and said, (forgive me if I paraphrase, Bishop!) 
 "No, no, no... I was watching you, with Sunshine on your lap and I saw you whisper something in her ear and carress her hair and I watched her lean back onto your shoulder and I thought, 'None of us knows what will happen with these girls.  I'm sure that rips your heart out a thousand times a day.  But even though we don't know what will happen in the future, for now, for this moment... those girls have known the love of a mother."   

And I would add the influence and love of a righteous father- ALL of our children are incredibly blessed to have Matthew in their lives- he is giving and patient and playful and He loves the Lord.  And don't get me wrong: I know that what little righteousness we have comes directly from our Savior...Our prayer continues to be that all of us will come closer to Christ through this experience. 

And that. THAT is what keeps us going.  We believe, we have to believe that this time with them, however short or however long will give them enough good to help them.  We have to believe that their time with us will help change their trajectory... that maybe the stability and the love and the Holy Spirit that they have felt in our home will help them to seek that out for themselves when they are able. 

How long will we have them?

We do not know.  Likely, it will be another six months to a year or maybe longer.  Or the tribe could step in.  Or they could go to a relative at any time.

And so, I just keep singing:

 "away spectered future of sorrow and plight. Away to the years that must follow tonight.... For tonight you are mine."

"How long will you have them?"
It's the first question everyone asks when the see us or meet our new foster daughters.  
"Wouldn't we like to know!?"  I reply.  (Ok, I only think this because I'm not a complete tool, but that's really what goes through my head.)  

 I understand.  It seems like the appropriate thing to ask.  It's what I would ask. 

We. Do. Not. Know. 

The gravity of that statement is still sinking in.  

The truth is that we really have genuinely no idea how long our two precious foster daughters will be with us.
When they were first placed with us, we were told there was a relative who would get them eventually, but they needed somewhere to be loved in the meantime.  We said yes.


And in the meantime, people will say things like: 

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...

I mean, I know that sentiment is true, but seriously.  Does anyone really expect to live like this?! 

Consider how much of our parenting is centered on the fact that we are responsible for our children for life, that we belong to one another forever. It really is a factor that affects even our most basic parenting decisions. 
We have refused to let that not knowing change how we treat these girls. 
 We love them. Period.  I was taken aback at how easily that love flowed out of me to them.  No props- that's a God thing.  It's just how he made me.  I'm an all or nothing kind of girl.  

We knew going into foster care that we might only have children temporarily. We knew that they would search for family members and that if they found one willing to take the children, those family members would receive preference to us.  We knew that.  

We also knew that Matt's Native American heritage would both open doors to us and make it more difficult for us to keep those doors open.  Because our precious girls are from a different tribe, their tribe can come in AT ANY TIME, and take the girls. 

We knew all that.  

Somehow, the knowing isn't helping.  I mean... I knew child birth was going to hurt, but I still had to do it and knowing it upfront didn't make it not hurt!

Gradually, the prospect of our sweet girls going to live with that relative have gotten more and more cloudy and uncertain.  Our entire lives felt a bit on hold for the month of April.  Will they be with us for another week?  For 6 months, a year?  

DCFS informed us that they are no longer recommending that the girls go to live with their relative, but that they stay with us.  While she is willing to have them, she has hardships that make it extremely difficult for her. 

On April 25th the judge was to decide whether they stay with us or with the relative.  Matt and I prayed and felt at peace with either decision. If God wants us to have them long term, we will trust that decision.  If He wants them to be with their relative, we will trust that decision.  When we spoke with the caseworker that afternoon, we found that no decision was made at all.  I cried tears of frustration.  "God!  I was being so flexible!! I said I trusted You either way!  That wasn't an invitation to mess with me and go NEITHER way." I was SO frustrated.  

Matt and I talked and decided that we were going to plan to have them long term and just "Come What May and Love It"- as Joseph B. Wirthlin used to say. 

AS lovely and nice as that sounds, deep down I was kind of pissed.  Planning long term meant buying furniture, changing around bedrooms, researching kindergarten, getting swim lessons, making summer plans, arranging for early intervention... While in just a few weeks, the judge could send them to their relative leaving all our efforts and planning to naught.  

But that was just posturing anyway.  My real concern was our hearts. The girls.  My kids.  Matt's. Mine.  
The longer they are with us, the more we will love them.  The more I feel as though I am serving our hearts up on a plate....  As my friend Maranda said yesterday, "I'm still concerned you're going to get your heart broken."  

Me too.

BUT... I have had a broken heart before.  More than once, in fact.  I have seen the Living God heal my heart and in the healing create the MOST AMAZING life for me. Sometimes, it becomes a beautiful heartbreak.  That promise brings me peace when the not-knowing comes at me like a crushing wave.  I trust Him.  He is for me.  He is for us.  He has called us to this.  He will see us through it. 

The Sunday after our "no-decision" day, I came to church tired.  Physically, mentally, spiritually.  I felt as though God keeps asking us to do impossible things.  

"Love them like your own and be ready to give them away at any minute." 

I came with a prayer in my heart that God would help me see just a little.  Help me get some answers:  how long?  Would they go to their relative next week?  Would they go back to their parents?  Would  the tribe come and take them next month?  Or worse.. would we get close to adoption only to have the Tribe swoop in then?  

I sat down on the pew with my five little ducklings, weary from getting everyone ready and arriving just in the nick of time.  I looked over at the three blonde heads and two brown haired girls and my heart felt so full and achy that I thought I might just need to lie down.  

And then- the opening hymn began.  I have sung "Lead Kindly Light" dozens of times and never really let the words sink in:

Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom;

Lead thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home;

Lead thou me on!

Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see

The distant scene--one step enough for me. 

The Spirit washed over me. I am not going to see the distant scene.  I will just need to trust Him.  We pray that He will guide our every step and that each step will be filled with love. 

As the natural woman within me resisted this message, I felt discouraged... How can I do all that is asked of me?  And these words from Brad Wilcox came to my mind:

"Grace is not the absence of God's high expectations.  It is the presence of God's power."

His grace can enable us to do all that He is asking.  His strength will become mine as I submit my weakness to Him.  Oh, how I love Him!  He is my refuge, my strength and my Hope! 

 We pray that through this process, these girls can have peace and feel Christ's love for them.  We pray that our family, our marriage will become stronger through this process and that we will all grow closer to and more like our Savior.  That is our prayer and our hope.

Our Adoption Story FAQs

First, I want to thank all of you for the amazing support and encouragement we have received since I shared my previous post about our plans to adopt and foster children. I have had lots of questions and comments and thought I would give some answers to those of you who are interested:

1.  Do you have a new child yet?  

No. We are still waiting.  That's pretty much what we do.  I'm super good at it.  I'm super chill all the time and I sit around and knit sweaters in my blissful state of waiting. Ask Matt. Just kidding- waiting sucks.   But we will wait and fight and act because:

2. WHY did you share your story??

OK, so I don't know that any one actually asked this, but I really do want you to know WHY I wrote the post and WHY I shared it on Facebook. I wrote that post because it was extremely cathartic for me and I needed a way to keep my family, friends and people updated on the progress of our journey.  I shared it on Facebook to try and reach as many of those people as possible.  I just didn't want to tell the story again and again and again. I hope everyone can appreciate that.  I really had no idea how many people would even be interested. I do tend to kind of be an over-sharer.  BUT... in some ways that has been a blessing.  I have promised God that I will stand as His witness in all times and in all things and in all places. Sharing what He is doing in our lives is one more way to do that.

  Matt and I also want people to know that we are trying to adopt.  Every now and then a girl in trouble is looking for a family to adopt her baby and if you know someone in this position, please let her know that we would be more than happy to help her.  I have already had friends share posts on Facebook about a friend who needs a family for her baby and heard about babies being left at hospitals where my friends work.  If women in crisis know that there are strong families willing to raise her child, it will only serve to help these women choose life.

3. Why didn't you accept the three children from Matt's tribe? Why are you only considering children younger than your own?

We have put a great deal of thought and consideration into what ages we are willing to consider.  These three children were well above the age range we can accept at this time.  There is a great need for foster parents for older children, so I hate to discourage anyone considering that path.  Most of our reasons are very personal.
-It's important to us that our children be able to maintain their birth order in our family.  This can significantly affect their development.  We are very aware that the process of adopting and fostering will cause confusion and heartache and likely even some grief for our children.  We want their place in our family to always be secure and their health and well being is the only deal breaker in this process for us.
-My gifts, if you will, are with young children.  My education is in Early Childhood and I have worked with and taught young children for over ten years.  Children who enter the foster care system have experienced trauma.  Regardless of their background, being removed from a birth parent is a trauma.  I feel that I would best suited to helping young children deal with these transitions.  (I am very aware that they will likely deal with the effects of these traumas throughout their lives, but I feel most apt to develop a trust relationship with young children and that will give us the groundwork to deal with issues later in life.)
-Safety.  There is always the very real and very slight possibility that a child who has been victimized will victimize other children.  The safety of my first three children will trump all else in this process. If we are blessed with a young child who is dealing with these issues, it would be difficult for them to victimize children older and larger than themselves.  We would hopefully be able to deal with these behaviors before the child got too much older!
- There is a MASSIVE amount of brain and personality development that occurs in the first five years of life.  There are literal connections in the brain that if NOT made by age five, they cannot be made later in life. We are currently open to foster or adopt up to two children ages 0-5. Again, there are many older foster children who need homes, and I do not want to dissuade anyone from considering that option.  I do think it would be wise to consider having children who are younger than your own, whatever age that may be.

4. If you were motivated by your concern for unborn babies, why not just adopt a newborn through a private agency?  Wouldn't that be easier?

I have a few answers for this one:

A. When we started talking about adopting back in August, we started discussing the possibility of an older child right away.  My friend Mary, whom I mentioned in my previous post has really influenced me so much over the years.  I was her visiting teacher at church for several years. A "visiting teacher" goes in and visits a woman each month and ministers to and prays for her family.  In this case, it was truly Mary who was teaching me! Anyway, I watched her go through the process of fostering several children, trying and waiting to adopt a newborn through a private agency and finally adopting her two youngest through the foster care system.  Matt and I have had babies. I got to do all the baby stages and while I would LOVE to adopt a newborn, neither of us wanted to take that opportunity away from a wonderful family like Mary's.  There are SO many families waiting to adopt a newborn through a private adoption.  

B. We aren't just trying to get more kids.  Neither of us sits around thinking, "I really want more kids!"  That may sound bad, but to us, it's a blessing for us to be able to say to our three children, "We aren't doing this because you three aren't enough for us.  We will be eternally happy if you three are who we have forever.  We are doing this because we love children, we feel like God is calling us to do this and there are children who need families."

C.   Adoption is something Matt and I feel called by God to do.  We feel a draw to meet a need.  While there are many, many families waiting to privately adopt, there are not enough foster parents.  There are more orphans than families willing to take them. We want a child.  We are praying for a child.  But we are praying that we can help a child who otherwise wouldn't have a family.  That's rarely the case for newborns.
That said, if you know someone who is pregnant and needs help, who is looking for a family for her baby, please, please tell her about us.  Matt has said over and over through this process, "I wish I could just stand outside Planned Parenthood with a sign and offer to adopt a woman's baby.  I will pay your medical expenses, I will raise your baby for life, please just let him live."

5. How can we help??

First, thank you for even asking this question!  We are so blessed to have so many supportive friends.  I have received offers for child care, car seats, baby clothes,etc.  These are all great ways to help!
I honestly have no idea whether we will be given a baby or a  four year old or both for our next placement. This makes preparing in a fiscally responsible manner almost impossible.

Please pray for us.  Pray that this process will be a blessing rather than a hardship for our children.  Pray that we will be led to the child whom we can help the most.

Know that if we receive a placement, we may be a bit flaky until we get the hang of things.  If there is anything that my minuscule stint in foster care taught me, it was that I could have been vastly more helpful to Mary while she was fostering.  I should have and could have done more but I had NO idea.  All the sudden having two extra children in your home is not unlike the stress of bringing home a new baby. The first thing Mary did was find someone to bring us a meal for that first evening, which was incredibly thoughtful and so very helpful.

In all truthfulness, I won't know what kind of help we need until we know who we'll be getting!  But thank you, thank you, thank you for asking!

In the next question, there are some other answers to this question if you care to read on!


6. How can we find out more about fostering and adopting?  

I am so in awe that anyone has asked this question. But they have and I love it!  Just the fact that some of you have stirring in your hearts to even find out if this is possible for your family makes my heart happy.

I did not share this information in my original post because I understand that:


Foster Care is not for Everyone. 

I do not think that because we have been called to do this that everyone has been called to do this!  In fact, I don't think foster care was right for our family until now. 

But if you are having those stirrings in your heart, please take the time to find out more.  
This website can help you find out the requirements in Utah.

http://utahfostercare.org/

If you find that fostering and adopting is not something that your family can do, there are many other ways to support foster children and foster families.  This link shares some of those ideas:

This is OUR Problem  (Fixing Foster Care in America)

But... 
you should know:

According to the Congressional Coalition on Adoption, there are 397,122 children living in the Foster Care system without a permanent home.  There are 101,666 children who are legally available to be adopted but have not yet been adopted. This means that their parent's rights were terminated and a foster family has not come forward to adopt them. 

Y'all.  There are around 300,000 Christian Church Congregations in the United States.  

Do you know what that means??

 That means that if one family from every 

three congregations adopted a child, 

there would be no more children 

waiting to be adopted.  

What if the Church Destroyed the Foster Care System?

7. What's going on with your adoption plans now?

We are waiting.  We are waiting for one of three things to happen:

A.  Matt's tribe calls us with a child who is legally available and in the range of ages we can take.  This is unlikely.  His tribe consists of less than 3,000 people and although they are desperate for foster parents, we can't foster for them because we are out of state.

B. DCFS to call us with a foster placement of one or two children ages 5 and under.  This could happen at any time and I have NO idea what the ages would be or the situation or the likelihood of adoption or anything at all.  If this happens, it is 99% likely that the parents still have rights to the child and we would only be fostering until the parents either:
1. get their act together and regain custody of the child.
2. Completely fail to get their act together and have parental rights terminated either voluntarily or by the court.   In this case, it is likely that we would be able to adopt the child, but they would exhaust all options for placing the child with a relative first.
 (There are 1 million different ways fostering can play out.)

C. The caseworker for an out of state child who is already legally available  to choose us as the adoptive parents for that child.

There is a website called AdoptUSkids.org, which shows photo listings of orphans in need of a home. These children are virtually all legally available, meaning that their parents rights have been terminated, their current foster family is not adopting and/or they cannot find family willing to adopt.
You may already be thinking... Well, if no one will adopt them, there is probably a reason.
And you are probably right. In most cases, these children have significant medical issues or behavioral issues. Every now and then there is an exception to that rule.
We are currently pursuing as many options as possible through this avenue.  We have submitted inquiries on children who are waiting and know that there are caseworkers reviewing our home study.  They may choose us or they may not.  If they choose us, it could still take up to a year before the child even comes to our home.

We love you for caring.  We love you for reading. We love you for being our people.  We love you for praying. I will try to update you as things move along.  But as you can see.... it's feast or famine.