Many years ago, a friend and I discussed the importance of fostering and adopting children. Growing up in the home of a social worker, I’ve always understood the deep need and important role that these big-hearted individuals play. The good homes are the ones that show love and kindness to every child that enters their home, regardless of the behavior of the child. Their hearts are open and no matter how long or short the stay of the child, love is given.
In my conversation with this particular friend, I struggled to understand how love could be given when the children often left in a matter of weeks. In my mind, if a kid comes to my home, they’re mine—I’m not letting them go. The thought of loving and letting go made my heart ache in an indescribable way.