(This post contains gross elements involving body fluids. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
Foster parenting is easier in that you get extensive training for the job you’re about to do, and ongoing training while you do it.
Parenting was created to be an experience shared by two people who are lovingly committed to each other for life. When you are a foster parent, you are parenting as part of a large team of people you may not know well, agree with, or even like.
Sometimes all your ideals fly out the window because it’s two a.m. and your baby will not settle, and you’ve already been out of bed six times, trying to shush her before she wakes her brother, but now it’s too late because he’s fussing too. And his bed is wet.
You may become an adult who knows how to draw wayward teenagers back toward love. You may become the kind-hearted grandma at church who asks to rock a colicky baby for his frazzled new mom. You may become the sort of person who walks toward difficult children instead of away from them.
You will gain the ability to predict pain, misunderstanding, and offense. You will know when the people you love are about to get hurt, and you will be able to move the earth to prevent it. You will sense it coming. You will become the Great Defender, the diffuser of dangerous situations.