FOSTER PARENTING

CLOSE to a year ago, my daughter mentioned they were looking into foster parenting. She said it started with seeing a billboard stating the gargantuan need for homes for foster children in their state. The thought persisted, and they began looking into it. Next they took classes and completed the necessary steps for fostering. Months later, they were ready. Their own four children became part of this acclimating process.

No one asked my opinion. I was wise enough to keep my opinion to myself. This was their deal. I would support it. I did have some misgivings, however, which is rather natural given the circumstances. I visited a couple of months after the first two foster siblings entered their home. The little ones were adapting, growing, and beginning to thrive. I saw growth happening during the time I was in their home. Behavior was calming down. Love was like a blanket covering the home. My heart cheered this effort on. Two more siblings were being considered at the time of my departure. Again, I had reservations. Could they really manage four foster siblings, ages 1, 2, 3, and 6, plus their own, ages 4, 5, 7, and 9? Just the thought of it was overwhelming, but my daughter’s family was seriously considering it.

My Thoughts – April 2019 – My Visit

For two weeks I have been with my grandchildren and the new introduction of foster children in my daughter’s and son-in-law’s home. They’re a couple of months into this new adventure. It is both challenging and delightful.

You can blend families together.

Here’s what I observed… and it goes for all parenting, not just fostering. Routine is your friend, always. Consistency is the mode. Love is the answer. Kindness, with strength backing it up, is the method. Children know if you like them, or not. We see this in all walks of life.

Anyone who works with children walks this fine line.

Their influence can change a child’s life. It won’t do so if there is little connection or true like for the child. Children instinctively know if they’re liked. The adult sets the tone and engenders good will as they seek to interact with the young ones in their care. Like able teachers and good parents, they know where they’re heading with it; they know it starts with care, love, and nurture; they know they are in charge of the situation as they employ strategies that effect positive outcomes.

Life is beautiful. It’s all in how you look at it.

If you understand this, you will
-provide ways,
-seek ways,
-and find ways
to enhance the lives of your littles.

Really.

Sometimes we get it muddled and confused. We may think children need to be entertained all the time. What does that teach in the long run? Give them time for creative play that pays dividends in their lives. Provide opportunity to learn how to do chores and, as a result, receive the inner satisfaction (and physical reward) for contributing. Cause and effect is a teachable concept.

Really.

Read books together. This practice is huge toward children’s vocabulary growth and increases background knowledge in science and history or whatever you choose to read with them. Plus, it joins parent with child. My daughter’s foster children already have grown to love books as they are read to on a consistent basis. At first they had no concept of this nor could they sit still and pay attention. Now it’s one of their favorite things to do, and they are attentive and learning.

Really.

Foster parenting is not an easy undertaking. Not only is it a lot of work but there are emotional needs. Trauma leaves its imprint and impacts children’s lives. Their ability to trust may be compromised. In some cases, a foster parent is like a lifeline. They provide a safe haven, nutritious food, healthy boundaries and much, much more. In a way I see it like a calling. You are called to this foster parenting scenario. I believe you must have something to give, with the prior understanding that you will go the distance, like employing lots of patience.

We went to the beach, my daughter and I and the six littles. The surf was gloriously refreshing. Miniature seashells dotted the white sand. The children splashed and played, enthralled with it all. Their sweet faces shone with joy. I enjoyed watching them dance in wonder.

Later on we ate ice cream cones on the patio outside. More laughter and delight. Yes, life is beautiful.

My Thoughts – September 2019 – Their Visit

Recently my daughter and family drove out here for a visit. Their family was with me for two weeks. We had some wonderful interactions. Last week I mentioned that here. My daughter and son-in-law are now fostering a four sibling group. Their natural born children have blended well with this process. Fostering has its challenges. It also has its blessings.

Love expands as you allow it to impress your relationships. I see this in my daughter’s family; and I see it in me. I already know I love their foster children. I will miss them if or when it comes time for moving on.

What I also know is this. Their foster children are being blessed and nurtured through this experience. My daughter and son-in-law are being blessed and nurtured as well.  A fortuitous reason has blended two families for this season. It is important to care for others, to be unselfish, to share what you have. That’s a good thing.

 

“Stay Beautiful,” the Panhandler Says to Me

Busy Intersection: 10:00 a.m.

“Stay beautiful,” he says. I’m not expecting him to say that to me.

Subconscious Connection

I see him in the distance. The young man is standing on the island at a busy intersection. Soon my car will be next to him. We have done this song and dance before. Yes, he is a regular on this particular street corner near the mall in my city. I look for him when I am driving towards this intersection. He and I have spoken a couple of times before.

Let me describe him. Late twenties, wavy, black, shoulder-length hair, groomed black beard, bright white teeth–with a smile to match, mismatched casual clothing, usually with striped pants and a plaid, cotton shirt. He is holding a tan Chihuahua that has a red kerchief tied around its neck. He is not your usual panhandler. I think he likes meeting people.

The panhandler knows how to approach strangers. He has a winsome and friendly personality. I think most people will give him a donation. Four cars are ahead of mine. Soon we will be side-by-side. My window is down. What will we talk about? I am awkward. My shyness kicks in.

He says a greeting. I ask how it’s going for him. We begin to chat about homelessness. He says the town’s homeless population is nothing compared to the thousands of homeless in Los Angeles. His canine friend is well-behaved and looks at me with an ambivalent gaze. Mr. Panhandler and I connect, human to human, with nothing in common between us. Though a donation is not forthcoming, our conversation continues until a pickup pulls up behind my vehicle. He glances at it and then back to me.

Our conversation is now over. Time to move on to the next opportunity. The young man turns to leave and then he pauses and looks at me. He says, “Stay beautiful.” His blessing enters my happy place. I smile. I can’t help it. It’s such a nice way to conclude our brief exchange. His words offer acceptance, friendship, and approval. It lifts my spirits.

Though it is said as an ending, like in “Take care,” the words, ‘stay beautiful,’ feel, well, nicer, better; and they make me feel beautiful. I like compliments, but this one seems like a statement that is more about personal perception than outward comeliness, about the whole person being appreciated. I know he means them, and I will not forget the spirit of their intent, or him. His friendliness is enjoyed even though he’s panhandling on a street corner.

My friend, for you I say, “Stay beautiful.”

Have a wonderful, God inspired, beautiful and blessed day.