The Night I Almost Gave Up on Foster Care

Mommy Time Out at Whole Foods
Well, if there was ever a day I considered throwing in the foster care towel, today was the day. From the moment the boys woke up this morning until the moment they…well, they *still* haven’t gone to sleep yet and one is still trying to convince us that he’s about to be eaten by tigers in his room and I know for a fact that there are no tigers in his room. It’s been *that* kind of a day. The kind of day in which the sticker chart we have for rewards and consequences meant NOTHING to them. The kind of day where time out in the living room chair was met with a defiant laugh. The kind of day where if I had a padded room I would have locked both boys in it and called it a day. Or I would have locked myself in it and called it a day.

It was the kind of day where I texted my case worker to see what the status was of their long term placement. The kind of day where she informed me that the family they had lined up to take them “got cold feet” at the thought of taking two brothers and backed out. The kind of day where I was informed that our 3-30 day placement, having just completed day 38, was now being stretched to a 60 day placement with no plan in place for when they might get moved into a long term home. The kind of day where for the first time EVER I inquired about putting children in my care into daycare. The kind of day in which I was informed that DHS doesn’t pay for daycare for kids in “emergency” care. The kind of day in which I called a local Head Start to get the boys on their list because, y’all, I’m crying uncle here. I. need. some. help.

Maddie and Chloe had another MASS rehearsal tonight and Craig sweetly offered to take them to it, but I pretty much insisted that I do it. I needed to get out of here. I dropped the girls off and went to Whole Foods for an hour. I drank a Dark Chocolate Mocha at 7:30pm. I stared at all the pretty hipsters shopping for organic catnip. I considered for just a few moments how in the world we got to where we are right now. I despaired for a bit. I bought myself flowers.

If I’m to be quite honest with you, I think I’ve lost my biblical call to foster care and have been operating more out of a social justice call. There might not seem much of a difference to you, but to me there is a huge one. A social justice call to action says *I* need to do something. *I* need to take action. *I* can do it myself. A biblical call to action says *God* needs to do something. *God* needs to take action. *God* is the one who does it. And perhaps He does it through us, but the lines of responsibility are clear – *I* can not do it. And deep down I know that, but on the surface I haven’t been acting like it.

I can’t love these boys the way I’m supposed to apart from the hand of God guiding me to. I can’t train them up in the way they should go, they don’t even listen to me. But God can love these boys and He can choose to love them through me. And God can train them up in the way they should go and I have to just trust that He will because on this side of Heaven it seems like one of those impossible tasks.

The tiger cries have now died down and my 7:30pm caffeine buzz is tempering a little. I will go to bed and we will all try again tomorrow. And I will get down on my knees and beg God for mercy, like I should have been doing all along, because this gig? It’s not one that anyone can really do alone.

It was never meant to be done alone.


6 thoughts on “The Night I Almost Gave Up on Foster Care

  1. Colleen Dearborn says:

    Powerful and helpful truth. Thanks for sharing your heart and life so openly. I’m hitting that same wall of “can’t do it on my own strength” — only I didn’t completely recognize it until I read this. Praying for you and the boys.


  2. Becky McCartney says:

    I have thought to myself….you and Craig must be Saints. And I guess, In a sense, you are. Two of God’s imperfect children, made perfect because of Christ, willing to give what you have in order for Him to work. A vessel for Gods work…..a hand to hold that of a child who was created in Gods image but has not witnessed or felt the love of God until you…….What I know is this….you may not be around when the seedling begins to grow, but God needs disciples like yourself, willing to plant the seed…..and water the seed……and love and nurture it. Knowing all along, the reward comes from Him.
    Many blessing to you, Craig, and the girls as you walk (sometimes crawl….sometimes run….) on this journey, changing lives……one “tiger cry” at a time. Thank you for answering His call……..


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