Jon and I both want kids desperately. We are not able to physically have kids of our own right now. So, we have been pursuing the chance to have foster kids in our home. This is a long process, but hope it is moving more quickly now. We are supposed to be starting a class this week. I'm not sure how it all works, but I'm hoping by the time the class is over, we will be ready to accept kids into our home. We have tried to take this class various times, but something always happens. I am wondering if it is Heavenly Father's way of making sure the timing is right, or if we are supposed to prove this is really what we want to do. Anyway- we start a class this Wednesday. The class is a month long and includes 27 hours of class time. In our quest to become foster parents we have made a great friend. She has been a foster parent for years and has adopted most of her children through the foster program. One night in July I got a call from her. She had found out about a grandma that had been raising two of her grandchildren. She had decided that she wanted to be grandma instead of mom. She was looking for a couple in Idaho Falls who wanted to adopt her babies. Our good friend hooked us up. Everything went so well. We fell in love with little Joey and Serenity. Joey was 3 and Serenity was 1. We spent a few blissful weeks with "our kids." They started calling Jon dad. We had a great relationship with their grandma. Unfortunately, when it got down to the nuts and bolts their grandma didn't have he right kind of custody to be able to choose who she wanted to adopt them. The state of Washington took them back, and they are now being adopted by, I hope, a loving couple in their own state. My heart broke more than I had ever felt before. Jon and I shed many tears and held each other many hours as we grieved the loss of "our kids." Sometimes something will still remind of of those blissful times and we will look at each other with tears in our eyes and wonder why it didn't work out. Through this experience I have learned many lessons: 1. Jon is the most tender hearted man I know. 2. I can feel a small sliver of what the parents of the children we will foster are feeling. 3. The Atonement comforts. 4. Priesthood blessings are a source of comfort. 5. Prayer gets you through tough times. 6. Life does go on. 7. Even if you don't know if something is going to work out, you can still put your whole heart into it. You may end up with a broken heart, but you won't have any regrets.
Jon and I both want kids desperately. We are not able to physically have kids of our own right now. So, we have been pursuing the chance to have foster kids in our home. This is a long process, but hope it is moving more quickly now. We are supposed to be starting a class this week. I'm not sure how it all works, but I'm hoping by the time the class is over, we will be ready to accept kids into our home. We have tried to take this class various times, but something always happens. I am wondering if it is Heavenly Father's way of making sure the timing is right, or if we are supposed to prove this is really what we want to do. Anyway- we start a class this Wednesday. The class is a month long and includes 27 hours of class time. In our quest to become foster parents we have made a great friend. She has been a foster parent for years and has adopted most of her children through the foster program. One night in July I got a call from her. She had found out about a grandma that had been raising two of her grandchildren. She had decided that she wanted to be grandma instead of mom. She was looking for a couple in Idaho Falls who wanted to adopt her babies. Our good friend hooked us up. Everything went so well. We fell in love with little Joey and Serenity. Joey was 3 and Serenity was 1. We spent a few blissful weeks with "our kids." They started calling Jon dad. We had a great relationship with their grandma. Unfortunately, when it got down to the nuts and bolts their grandma didn't have he right kind of custody to be able to choose who she wanted to adopt them. The state of Washington took them back, and they are now being adopted by, I hope, a loving couple in their own state. My heart broke more than I had ever felt before. Jon and I shed many tears and held each other many hours as we grieved the loss of "our kids." Sometimes something will still remind of of those blissful times and we will look at each other with tears in our eyes and wonder why it didn't work out. Through this experience I have learned many lessons: 1. Jon is the most tender hearted man I know. 2. I can feel a small sliver of what the parents of the children we will foster are feeling. 3. The Atonement comforts. 4. Priesthood blessings are a source of comfort. 5. Prayer gets you through tough times. 6. Life does go on. 7. Even if you don't know if something is going to work out, you can still put your whole heart into it. You may end up with a broken heart, but you won't have any regrets.
Wonderful lessons!
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