What people think of me as a foster parent:

She is crazy
She is a saint
She has her hands full
How can she Love those kids and then let them go?
She does it for the money
I could never do what she does

What I wish they knew:

Sometimes I feel crazy
I am no saint, I am only doing what I know God has called me to.
Yes, my hands are full, and on my own I can’t manage it all. I am in constant need of God’s help and the support of friends and family.
I don’t know how I will handle letting one go, but I do know that the pain of that, is only a fraction of the pain these kids experience.
I would make more working part-time at McDonald’s (by far) then I do as a foster parent.
There was a time (and still are times) when I didn’t know I could do this.