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“Foster Care Will Wreck You,” Mom Shares Heartbreak And Love In Emotional Letter.

Becoming a foster parent is no easy choice. Parenting is hard for anyone, but with foster parenting comes unique complications. Remember the young woman who unexpectedly became the foster mom of 6 little girls? She was floored when the girls’ birth mother called asking her to adopt the children as her own. And not only is it hard, but foster parents are often misunderstood, like the foster mom who was being mocked in a Walmart, until a kind stranger intervened.

So, knowing how difficult foster parenting can be, why would anyone choose to do it? In the letter below, the blogger behind Ransom for Israel— a foster mom for over 10 years– explains why she fosters. Her honest words will open your eyes to the incredible life she has chosen…


If you choose the road of foster care and adoption, you are choosing pain, brokenness, and sorrow. You are choosing sleepless nights and exhausting days. You are truly loving the least of these, but with it comes pain.

You are willingly unpacking baggage filled with loss, shame, and fear with every child that enters your home and it will spread all over your dining room table, your living room floor and your bedroom. It will seep into your life and expose every crevice of weakness you have spackled over with material pursuits and daily busyness. The child will not be grateful and you will find yourself pouring into a well with no bottom.

But with all this pain comes possibility, with brokenness comes beauty, and from sorrow comes joy. Foster care and adoption will wreck you, and I am lucky for it. Because who I was before this journey, is not who I am now.

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Ransom for Israel

I have lived the life of foster care and adoption for over 10 years now. I have had my heart ripped out, stomped on and broken more times than I can count. I have heard the “I could never do that”, “I could never give them back” and “My heart couldn’t handle the pain”. And I dare say, that I cannot handle the pain either.

I have broke in a million pieces every single time I had to pack up a suitcase with their tiny shoes, favorite books, or that yellow blanket they couldn’t sleep without and I dare never wash no matter how funky it got. It killed me and rocked my world every single time I had to put their pictures into an envelope for the next spot in their journey, because I could never quite file those pictures away into the recesses of my mind.

Nope, they walked before me everyday when I ran across their t-shirt lost in the bottom of the laundry, or woke up scared because the baby hadn’t cried all night…before realizing the sweet baby was gone. And still years later, I worry about these children and wonder if they are safe, loved and warm.

And I could still tell you about every single child that lived in my home. Little pictures in my mind, I can still look back upon and see the first gummy grin, first steps, sleepless nights and exactly how they looked when I picked them up in that dirty onesie with a diaper bag that reeked of smoke and was filled with nothing that actually fit or pertained to a baby.

Yesterday a dear friend had her first placement, her first foster child moved to a new home. Minimal warning, no communication, and no transition. They had only had him 3 months…only 3 months….What is “only” 3 months? It’s only 541 diaper changes, hundreds of bottle feeds, hours walking the floor with a drug-exposed newborn, doctor visits, and gummy grins. Only 3 months is actually a lifetime to a 3 month old.

And I cried over the phone with this mama and encouraged her to trust in God’s plan. I said this even though, it was never something I wanted to hear in that moment. I wanted to hear justice…fairness. I wanted the world to be fair. I wanted the HAPPILY EVER AFTER and after all this time, I can tell you that it’s never fair.

I can also tell you that there is never a happily ever after and no one can do this and not be ripped to the core.

It’s not fair to see their tiny smile and realize the huge losses they already know.

It’s not fair to hold the hand of a child who has whip marks across her back and hearing impairment from blows to the head. A child who knows the name of street drugs, swears like a sailor, and knows the rough hands of a father. A little girl who uses her body to garner affection because that’s how she’s always been loved by a man. It’s not fair to see innocence tainted by evil.

Its not fair that they are moved from home to home with a trash bag of belongings.

It’s not fair that they will visit every week the person who has abused and failed them. And it’s harder still to encourage that relationship, because they still love their parents and reunification is the goal.

It’s not fair that you are the first to wipe a tear when they skin their knee, the first to respond to their chattering questions, the first to cheer when they finish their green beans and the very last to know what the case plan is.

It’s not fair that we have an overburdened system with overworked caseworkers and overlooked children.

The system is broken.

It’s not fair to hear the unnatural cry of a newborn experiencing drug withdrawal.

It’s not fair, when you adopt your foster child and weep because you know the tremendous loss that your child will forever endure. This new baggage they now carry is filled with fear of rejection, fear of abandonment, and feelings of unworthiness. And you will work everyday to help your child hand you that bag to carry, because it is filled with hurt and pain.

It’s never fair. And you sit there after they leave, holding that t-shirt that still smells of them and you cry, ugly tears. But you aren’t supposed to be sad, because you signed up for this. You aren’t supposed to grieve, it’s not like you have lost your child…but deep inside you feel like you have.

And you think that perhaps there is something wrong with you, you aren’t tough enough.

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Ransom for Israel

And I am here to tell you that no one is tough enough. Most choose not to walk this path, because truly we all know that it is going to hurt. So listen to my words. It matters. You have chosen a journey that truly matters and you’ve chosen this in spite of the heartbreak. And yes, God is in control, but I have learned something even deeper than this.

What I should have said to you was that God has this incredible ability to bring great beauty out of horrible tragedy and brokenness. And when we are in the midst of it, it is so terribly hard to see. But when we have moved a distance from it, we see we were never alone, He knows the story of every tear. And in this brokenness is where we can hand Him our burned up dreams and trade them for beauty.

And the phone will ring and they will need a bed for a child….and you’ll be tempted to say, “I could never do that”

It’s for a 2 year old, abandoned child…..and you’ll think, “I could never give her back.”

They will want to know if you can leave now for the hospital to pick her up….and you want to say “My heart can’t handle the pain.”

But you will hear yourself quietly say “yes”, because you know that the two year old needs you to shoulder the burden, swallow the pain, and hold her hand until the next spot on the journey. Your heart can’t handle it, but you know living with a broken heart is possible. You have learned that even though it is shattered, it still can love.

But biggest of all, you know that your shoulders can handle the load, no child should ever carry. You know that because your heart has already been shattered into pieces, it has made it easier to share.

I know you mama and I know you can do this, and I know that one day you will see the beauty in the tragedy and find strength from the fractures.


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