According to childwelfare.gov, as of two years ago, there were half a million children in the foster care system in the U.S. - all waiting for placement in a loving home. Those numbers break my heart as those kids are caught in an environment (due to their parents) that they must be pulled out of and put somewhere else.
Back in the 80s, my parents decided to become a foster family and spoke to my sister and I about it. We took in three different boys and at first...I'll admit it was hard on me as I had always been the baby of the family. But I quickly grew to enjoying having younger boys around to play with. We got one when he was not quite two years old. He couldn't speak well (because we quickly learned he couldn't hear and needed tubes in his ears) and the little guy had a temper that was actually pretty darn cute. Something unusual happened in that situation - as people were told back then that most foster children end back up with their parents (the other two had). But this little boy entered the adoption system and the case worker told my parents it was happening. He had lived with us for over a year and my parents came to my sister and I about us adopting. At that point, he was my little brother and there was no other answer: he was our family and we had to adopt. And we did.
|Donovan visiting school in Texas.|
Now I just can't wait for him to return from Afghanistan.