Dear (Foster) Momma of a Stranger’s Child
Dear (Foster) Momma of a Stranger’s Child,
I talk to you often in the work I do. I hear you say, “We want to hang in there”, or “We are doing the best we can”, and even, “I don’t know if I am up for this.” I hear these words through your shaky, weakened voices. But, what I really hear is you saying, “I don’t want to be another mother who disregards this child”, or “If I could, I would provide this child with every ounce of my being in order to heal him or her.” I see you, Foster Mom. I see you loving on that child who has stolen your heart while living in your home.
You are walking in very heavy shoes. You are feeling as though your efforts are disregarded, don’t matter, don’t work, and will be forgotten about in the fleeting moments of a day. I’m here to tell you, they are not disregarded. They do matter. They work, and they will never be forgotten.
Dear (foster) Momma of a Stranger’s Child, you are one of the bravest mothers of all. You’ve ventured into the murky waters of loving a child whose hurts seem like they could go on for an eternity.
You are a broken-hearted warrior.
You hear from others, “You are doing a good thing”, “I could never do what you do”, or “Your faith is bigger than this.” While you hear these words of comfort and affirmation, your heart is screaming in that silent, lonely place of wondering if you really are doing a good thing, if you really should be doing what you are doing, and if your faith really is bigger than this. You question where God is in all of the hurts put on children in His world.
You…dear (foster) Momma of a Stranger’s Child…long for rest. You grasp for answers, and you pray for healing. You get angry. You wonder why any mother would neglect, be absent, abuse, or completely disregard her child. You wonder why you are left to pick up the pieces.
You want the Lord to step in, heal, and completely restore the broken child in your arms. You cry and pray for this so often that it feels as though you can no longer find the words, or muster up the tears.
Dear (foster) Momma of a Stranger’s child, you were once a broken child, too. At one time, you were lost in a world of despair. You needed to be picked up, cleaned off, and captured by a love so strong that the greatest army could not break it.
You were worth it. You were not forgotten. You were brought out of the darkness, and into the cleansing light.
YOU were meant to make a difference in the world.
Dear (foster) Momma of a Stranger’s Child, please do not give up. You are the backbone to so many forgotten children. You are a living example of an unconditional, incomparable type of love that is a rarity in the world we find ourselves in.
You will get hurt. You will have many sleepless nights. You will have some doubts, regrets, and desires for do-overs. You will be exhausted and you will get angry. You may even be ignored.
Your Father in Heaven sees your actions. He sits with you in the midnight hours when the stranger’s child is raging. He is with you when you walk out of court rooms or meetings still not knowing what the future holds for the child in your care. He hears your pleas and sings over you in your fretful night’s sleep.
Dear (foster) Momma of a Stranger’s Child, do you want to know why you are probably the most important mother in this world?
Perhaps someday, the child you are loving on, praying for, staying up all night with, advocating for, crying over, taking in or letting go, will grow up to be a (foster) Momma (or even a Daddy) of a Stranger’s Child.
Isn’t that worth it all?