Foster care

Foster Mom Gets A Call At Midnight. A 3 Year Old Girl Who Lost Her Mom Needed Her And Her Response Is Gold

Forever In My Heart Although I'm not their mother I care for them each day, I cuddle, sing and read to them And watch them as they play. I see each new accomplishment, I help them grow and learn. I understand their language, I listen with concern. They come to me for comfort, And I kiss away their tears. They proudly show their work to me, I give the loudest cheers! No, I 'm not their mother, But my role is just as strong. I nurture them and keep them safe, Though maybe not for long. I know…

The effects of trauma on brain function are not insignificant. Learn how trauma negatively impacts emotion, behavior, memory, thinking, and more.

Before you bristle too hard at the title, stick with me. Back when Milkman and I started our journey to welcome non-biological children into our home, it was with one goal in mind: adoption. We kne…

This may help you in recognizing the signs of Reactive Attachment Disorder, commonly known as RAD in your child. There is hope after diagnosis.

Temper tantrums, the physical need for daily naps, or thumb sucking—these are things that children usually outgrow with time. However, there are certain things that don’t dissipate without plenty of the right help, including the effects of early traumatic experiences. Developmental trauma disorder (DTD) doesn’t just disappear with time, contrary to what some people believe.

Today I met a super sweet person who told me that they could not do foster care because their heart was not wired that way. They would hate to say goodbye. I wanted to slap her, but I get it. I felt the same way. I used to say it too, but I am now on the other side of it. Here is where that excus

Being a foster mom is a strange thing. It feels completely natural to care for this child and yet I am reminded repeatedly how unnatural this situation actually is. I am "just" a caregiver, but I am also a mother. I mother this child and yet I'm not. She doesn't know the difference, and honestly neither does my own heart. When I said goodbye to my first little foster newborn about 5 years ago (who was actually my fourth foster child) I wondered if I had done something wrong. Was there some…

There was no one here last night to ask me, “You get me up? You give me food?” It was a bedtime ritual. Our foster son asked me those questions...

We began our foster care journey in the early 80s, and in 1985, we adopted a six-month-old baby girl from foster care, with known exposure to alcohol in utero. She smiled from the moment I saw her. She liked almost everyone at first meeting, and brought them books to read and toys to play with. […]

Here's my "how to", a list of all the things I’ve learned while picking up foster babies from the ...

Here's my "how to", a list of all the things I’ve learned while picking up foster babies from the hospital. Things I wish I would’ve known, things I did right, and (more often) things I did wrong.