People have lots of questions about my little guy, so here’s the answer to a few of the most common:
How long will you have him? I don’t know.
Will you be able to adopt him? I don’t know.
When will you know? I don’t know.
There are a lot of unknowns in the world of foster care, and it’s tough on this planner! I mean, I’m ready to buy us tickets to Disney World for Christmas next year because I know he would love it, but I honestly don’t know what next month will look like. I don’t even know when our next court date is yet. Foster care is a day-by-day (and sometimes hour-by-hour) journey. As soon as you think there’s a plan, it changes.
Where are his parents? I can’t tell you.
What did they do? I can’t tell you.
What happened to him? I can’t tell you.
Does he have emotional/mental issues? I can’t tell you.
You see a pattern here? It’s really, really important to protect the little guy’s privacy. I know most people are simply coming from a place of curiosity, but take a moment to think about it. Our deepest hurts aren’t usually things we want to share with strangers.
As Aslan told Aravis in The Horse and His Boy, “Child, I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.” (I’m always good for a Narnia reference!)
I’ve made a conscious decision to make this blog about my transformation and my story because that is the story that is mine to tell. His isn’t. I have the privilege of being a part of his story, but I’m not the main character of it. His story is a gift that he can chose to share with the world whenever and in whatever way he chooses.
Honestly, there’s a lot of his story that I still don’t know either. But I know Someone who does, and I have the honor of praying and asking God to redeem those dark parts of his history and make them beautiful, too.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them. Psalm 139:15-16
K. Faith Morgan
I am a dyslexic writer, asthmatic singer, world traveler with a rotten sense of direction, and single foster mom learning how to parent by God’s grace. I am foster mom to one and aunt to quadruplets. I am a southern girl, but design is my football. I can’t follow X’s on a football field, but John Singer Sargent’s portrait of Madame X makes my heart skip a beat. I believe great design can change lives, and life is too short for beige. Free is my favorite word, clearance is my second favorite word, and sesquipedalian is my third favorite word. Learn more about my fostering journey at momunprepared.wordpress.com.