“For my family, foster care has not been traumatic or overwhelmingly hard. Mostly it has just been inconvenient.”
His words found their place and settled in my heart, and have come back to me often in the past couple of years.
This is a statement I resonate with.
My family does not have the dramatic stories of some foster families, a truth I am grateful for. We have not dealt with the levels of trauma that many families have. Foster care really hasn’t been that difficult for us compared to many families’ stories…
That I can identify with.
It’s inconvenient to go through the adjustment period…again…as a new child enters your home and brings disruption, pain and lots of unknowns.
It’s inconvenient to rearrange your schedule, your time, your routines and your life to accommodate another child, their family members and the many social workers and therapists who come in and out of their lives.
It’s inconvenient to love someone else’s child and worry about their future and their past and their present…and have very little control over what decisions are made.
It’s inconvenient to give up hobbies, time with your children and spouse, predictability and peace in your home.
It’s inconvenient to deal with the many hoops and red tape of working under the supervision of a government agency. Medication lock boxes, safe sleep protocol, finding approved babysitters and running to extra meetings, training workshops and appointments.
All of these things can feel inconvenient, inefficient and cumbersome at times.
Sometimes in the inconvenient moments I long for the easier, the quieter, the more predictable.
I have to fight back the feelings of resentment at times when I find myself running after one child after another at the beach, instead of being able to enjoy watching and playing with my children.
I have to fight back the feelings of resentment when I realize I can’t ask my good friends to babysit without them going through the process of being approved by our agency.
I have to fight back the feelings of irritation when it seems everyone’s schedule but mine has been made a priority to arrange meetings or access visits or appointments.
Did I really sign up for this?
But then I watch my son playing with his brothers, laughing and running around, saying “See that? See that?” every time someone does something he finds extra remarkable.
I see my daughter snuggle up beside her newest foster brother, cheek to cheek. He gently strokes her hair and she smiles at me shyly, reveling in the love of being a big sister who is adored.
His teacher tells me my daughters both came to check on him during the day the first day I send him off to Kindergarten and my heart swells with pride and love for their gentle hearts.
My son’s biological Great Grandma sends home a plate of muffins after his visit, one for each of us, and everyone happily accepts the special treats from “GG.”
We go out and people constantly smile at my two blonde boys, asking, “Are they twins?” I look at them through their eyes and it doesn’t look like inconvenience. It looks like double the blessing.
His teacher messages me and tells me they are absolutely blown away by the progress made over the summer and I am so grateful for her encouragement.
Yes, foster care is inconvenient.
It can be painful,
especially the goodbyes.
It can be hard work and filled with feelings of being misunderstood by the people around you.
It can be downright exhausting when they scream their pain at you, reject your safe arms and sob out the injustice of it all.
It can be monotonous and mundane when it’s diaper after diaper, bottle after bottle, visit after visit with a tiny, newborn stranger in your arms.
It can feel annoying and intrusive to invite professionals into your family to tell you how to parent, where you can go, what you can do and to clog up your schedule with appointments and meetings.
But it is worth all this inconvenience for the lessons learned, the beauty exposed through pain and the world welcomed in.
Would I give up on it all for the sake of my comfort back?
Mind you, there are seasons to take a break.
There are seasons to reclaim peace and tranquility.
There are seasons to quiet the chaos and focus on rebuilding the walls.
It’s okay to choose rest for the weary.
But to live a life void of inconvenience?
Well…we all know that kind of life is the dullest of lives.
In the inconvenience we find beauty, adventure and the deepest joy.