Dear Momma...

Dear Momma,

You don’t know me, but I’m your child’s foster parent. There are many words that I want to say to you, but I don’t get the chance. The day I met your child was the day I began to love you. He came to us broken and confused and he didn’t want me. When he finally fell asleep, I cried. I sobbed for the pain he felt, and the pain I knew you were feeling. My heart broke for you, not out of pity, but because I just witnessed a great loss that I couldn’t fix.

Please understand that I don’t blame or judge you. What good would that do? I’m an imperfect person who is forgiven by a perfect God. I have no right to judge you. I haven’t been through what you’ve been through. I’ve heard people talk badly about biological parents from time to time. I will admit that I have felt frustrated at the situation and choices that were made in the past, but I don’t dwell on it. Your past is not your future. All you can do is do your best.

I want you to know that I’m not here to take your place. I can’t do that. The reason we became foster parents was not to adopt children. My husband and I feel this is our calling. We’re here to love your child and provide a safe home for them for as long as they need it. It’s also for you. Take this time to do whatever you need to do: learn, work hard, and put 100% into transforming your life, and getting back on your feet. As a Christian, I should be a mirror of Jesus’s love. He loved people that not everyone loved. He gives grace, and shows compassion, and if i’m not doing that then how am I reflecting His love?

You may not feel very strong, and life can be very overwhelming, so I want you to know that I’m your fan. Yes, I realize that is a strange statement, but please hear me out. When I hear that you’re having a bad day, then it makes me feel sad. I don’t want you to fail. I whisper “get back up. Keep trying!” and when I hear that you’re doing well I want to yell “that’s great. You can do it!” I’m rooting for you, and I want the best for you and your family.

Everyday I pray for you. This is my prayer:

God,

Please be with my little one’s mom. Let her know through this difficult time that she is loved. I pray that she finds hope through you. Please shine through me to love this family. I know that whatever happens in the future is in your hands. I pray that she makes good decisions and seeks help in whatever way she needs it. I love you Lord! Amen.

I pray to myself, and together with my husband, and even with your boy. We don’t talk badly about you, but instead tell your little one how much we love you and pray for you.

I hope this explains who we are and why we do what we do. Maybe you’ll never even read this, but if you do, understand I mean this with all my heart.

Love and prayers,

Jenny