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Adoption Community Information
| open letter to the mother of my foster children |
Date Posted: 02-10-2005 at 07:53 PM |
| I was thinking about the mother of my three foster children today. I don't know where she is. I have never met her. There are some things I'd like to be able to say to her. So here goes.... Dear K, I hope this letter finds you well. You don't know me, but we have three very important people in common. The children are doing well. It has been an interesting year since they saw you last. The girls started kindergarten. They lost a ton of teeth. (I had no idea they had that many teeth in their little heads) They're learning to read. Both are excellent students, they are so eager to learn. Your son is now in the forth grade. He is turning into a fine young man. Sometimes his anger at things gets the better of him. Sometimes I look into his eyes and see a hint of sadness and I know he is wondering if you are ok. I just want you to know, there is not a day that goes by that the children don't mention you or some memory they have of when they were with you. They will never forget you. You will always be their mother. I don't know why you decided not to come to visit with them anymore. Nor, do I know why you didn't fight to get them back. I wish you would have. They needed you. They still need you. They have questions that I cannot answer. They long to share details of their life with you. I just want you to know, that they're ok. They have stolen a piece of my heart and I was glad to give it to them. I don't know what their futures hold. They are in this limbo right now, not yours, not mine. (legally anyway) Please know this, wherever you go and whatever you do you will not be forgotten....or replaced. Sincerely Yours, Kat |
| I'm Awake ! |
Date Posted: 02-17-2005 at 02:54 AM |
| Well, it's 4:43am and I am wide awake. I was awakened by the sounds of my neighbor pounding on my door. When I hopped out of bed I just happened to look out my window and saw flames. No...not my house. (Thank You God) Someone set our next door neighboors cars on fire. It burned part of my privacy fence. Luckily it didn't get their house, my house or my garage. I feel like....I don't know how I feel. Somewhere in between wanting to bawl like a baby and sigh with relief. Seeing those flames had to be one of the most scary experiences of my adult life. And now I can't sleep..... I just have to say Thank you again Heavenly Father, for keeping us safe under your watchful eye. Sometimes in the grand scheme of life you forget the small things. I feel like waking each one of my kids and hugging them with all my might. I'm shivering but it's not cold. |
| Oh wowie wow wow !! |
Date Posted: 02-19-2005 at 05:29 PM |
| Thursday I recieved the formal paperwork for the adoption of my foster children. Saturday I'm still numb. I can't believe this is real. It's so wonderful and awesome and spectacular I just can't believe it. Seeing my name next to the words "adoptive mother of K, K and V". I'm gonna be their mother....whoa. In the seven years that I've been a foster parent I never had a placement that went to adoptions. There's always been some family member who was willing to take the children...but not this time. It was pretty cool to get the birth records of the twins, (they can't seem to find V's birth record) They were such tiny babies. The caseworker said she expects to finalize the end of March or early April. My birthday is almost at the end of March !! Today I bought K and K an outfit to wear on their adoption day. They picked it out. I still have to get V something. On a different note, my oldest daughter and I replaced the fence sections that got toasted in the fire Thursday morning. Looks good as new. |
| Remembering Paris Part 1 |
Date Posted: 04-17-2005 at 03:56 PM |
| I remember the day she showed up at my door. She was seven years old. Her hair was in four twisted braids. It looked like it haden't been done in a long long time. She had dimpled cheeks and big brown eyes. She was my first foster daughter. From the moment I looked at her she touched my heart. She was so thin and tiny for her age. About the size of a five year old. She arrived with two black trash bags full of stuff. The first was full of broken toys from dollar stores and mcdonalds. When she showed them to me she gazed at each one like they were her treasures. Rare and valuable. The second bag was full of clothes. Clothes with big flower prints and huge stripes. Baggy objects that couldn't possibly fit her tiny frame. Those she looked at sadly. I can't remember what she was wearing that day. She had been in foster homes her whole life. She had many other siblings and most were in different homes. One of her sisters were also scheduled to move in with us at a later date. But for now it was just us two. To be continued..... |
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