Lame title right? When does foster care NOT break my heart? Or anyone's for that matter? Most people would agree that the system is terribly broken.
In the past week, our 8 year old foster son has said some things that just leave me longing for Jesus' full redemption in his life.
"I don't think I am going to be going back with my mom. I just don't think so."
"When Caleb turns 8, will I still be living here?" (Caleb is two and a half.)
Me: "How do you feel about living here?"
G: "It's ok. But I don't really like it. I want to be with my mom."
G (looking extremely sad after a hard day), Me: "Do you need a hug?"
G: "No. I only hug my mom."
Yesterday G had a hard day in school. He ended up clearing his desk, throwing pencils and crayons and walking out of the classroom. When we got home from school and talked about it, his reasoning for acting out broke me. When I asked him why, he gave this response:
"Because the boys were making of me because I live with you and not my mom. They said they hope I never go back to my mom."
Ouch. That makes me want to throw things too. It led to a great conversation about self control, anger and forgiveness.
On a side note, I am getting pretty good at tossing a football. It's like I have boys in the house or something.
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