Our fostering agency is in trouble financially. They are no longer training new foster parents in our area. They cut our social worker’s hours to part-time. And T just left to be with his brothers today. I’m no longer a foster mom.
Driving home after moving T into his new house, I felt weird. Going from six kiddos in the backseat to only four in less than two weeks time is kind of a shock. Yes, we knew it was coming. Yes, I’ll see The Baby and T again. But, I’m not their foster mom anymore. I’m not anyone’s foster mom anymore. Baby Girl is adopted and as of today my title of “foster mom” is gone. I’m just “mom.”
I LOVE being just “mom!” Love it! It’s just strange that I’m not also a foster mom anymore. 2 1/2 years as a foster mom and just like that, it’s over. Will I ever get to be one again? I don’t know? We shall see what God has in store for me, for our family. We shall see.