- I took J and K to their mama’s house today along with all of their worldly possessions. I hugged them, kissed the tops of their sweet smelling heads and said, “goodbye.” Then, I drove away and bawled my eyes out. I could feel my heart breaking. I love those precious boys! Being their foster mama has been one huge joy! They are in loving hands though. Their mama fought for them! She did everything anyone ever asked her to do to get her boys back. This was a foster care success story! I’m blessed to have been a part of keeping this family together. God is so good!
K
They play together even when they could play with anyone else!
The Twins and Baby Girl go to the same preschool where I also work two days a week. It’s fun because from my classroom window I can look outside and “spy” on them while they are on the playground. It’s free time and there are three classes full of friends they could play with, but over the past few weeks when I look outside they are always together! They really are like triplets now. Baby Girl is only a few months older than K and J, so I really do have three three-year olds, “foster triplets.”
It makes my heart so happy to look out the window and see that even though they could literally play with anyone else, they still play with each other!
The twins have adjusted fabulously!
The twins are amazing! God has protected their little hearts for sure! They are loving, kind, sensitive, playful, compassionate children. They play well with Baby Girl. They attend school, church, and outings with our family and have absolutely no behavior problems when out in public. They are pretty much the most precious little boys on the planet as far as I am concerned.
I love them already! It is crazy how fast the love comes in foster care. But, I love them and they already have a piece of my heart!
Picking up The Twins
The day I went to pick up The Twins was so cold and rainy. The weather was just bad that day. Baby Girl and I loaded up in the truck, put the address I was given into the GPS and headed out. First, we went to their previous foster home to pick up their belongings and then we followed their social worker to the daycare they had attended since entering foster care just one month prior. The social worker unloaded the carseats, handed them to me and went inside to get The Twins. I loaded the much too large and completely inappropriate (for three year olds) booster seats into my truck. I didn’t say anything to the social worker about the seats because I was just meeting this woman. If she was the one who bought the boys these seats, I didn’t want to offend her by saying they weren’t correct, so I just stayed silent. She came out of the daycare with two of the most precious little boys that I have ever seen. Identical twins, K and J walked outside in the cold with their little matching jackets on and I bent down to meet them. “Hi, I’m Miss B,” I said. “Oh, they’re going to call you mama,” the social worker interrupted. “They call all women ‘mama’ and all men ‘daddy.” “They can call me whatever they want,” I replied. In my mind, I knew this wasn’t a good sign. It isn’t normal for a child to use those words for anyone, but their immediate and most special caregiver. T never called me, “mama” and he was with me for seven months. The twins are younger than T, but still I knew this couldn’t be a good sign of attachment to their parents. I picked the boys up one at a time and put them into their car seats. The social worker told me she would be in touch with me later in the week and she drove away.
After everyone was all buckled, I got into the driver’s seat and looked in my rear view mirror. Three three-year olds looked back at me. Baby Girl, K and J were all buckled and ready to go. Was I? Could I do this? Three children under three years old is a lot… but yes I knew I could! God had given me this blessing and we were going to be fine. I turned around and said, “Everyone ready to go home?” K looked at me with a HUGE smile on his face and said to me clear as day, “We’re your babies now Mama!” My heart both sank and broke at the same time. They just met me. They haven’t been in my car for two minutes and they’re already calling me, “mama.”
Sweet precious babies. My sweet little twins!
Keeping Calm While Daddy is Gone 
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