The Day In The Life Of A Foster Kid

3090392251_911be4dfaf_mImagine being a 7 year old boy, one night your parents get into a fight and the police come and take your parents away in handcuffs.

The next day, the lady, that smells funny, tells you that she will take you to a different home and school, away from your sisters and brothers and you are only allowed to take what will fit into your duffle bag.

The next week, at the new school, you have a hard time with concentrating. You day-dream a lot. The teacher sends you to the principal’s office for misbehaving. You punched a kid in the nose for talking bad about your mom.

6692253593_cc3911bb5d_o (1)When you get home…errr I mean to your new house, the lady is there (the one that smells funny) talking to the parents of the house in the living room. You overhear them say “he is aloof, a dreamer, and aggressive, and I am afraid that he will hurt my bio son….please take him away.”

Now imagine that happening 10 more times before your 12th birthday. Would you be angry, hurt and scared? Wouldn’t you be confused and scared to trust?

This is the day in the life of some foster kids. These kids need and DESERVE love, patience, guidance, and understanding; but most importantly they DESERVE a loving home!


2 thoughts on “The Day In The Life Of A Foster Kid

  1. Imagine that some of those places said they wanted you forever, and apparently forever means “forever or until I can’t handle you anymore”. Imagine being moved 3 times in the past 4 years within a week of your birthday. Imagine being in yet another home who says “you aren’t going anywhere” and you desperately want to believe them, but all you can do is wait for the other shoe to drop and try and push them away before they kick you out (probably around your birthday…) like everyone else…

    The things the kids go through and still function even remotely absolutely amazes me….


    1. I can really only imagine. We recently became the 9th and final home to our two adopted sons. (17 and 15) Even with the permanence of their last name changing, their invisible suit case is still heavy. So yes, I can imagine. I can only imagine. My goal is to help them unpack that suitcase and welcome them home.

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