Life Books for my children
Mar 27 '00
Thirty seven, 30+7=37, YES, I said 37. Now to most of you folks you have to think that I'm a bit demeted. Well, I've been told that before, and I actually have felt that from time to time, but most of the time I feel a better description of me would be happy. Happy and busy, yes, that's it, BUSY.
If you haven't figured it out by now, I am a foster mom. I married my High School sweetheart and seven years later we adopted our oldest son who was 5 years old. Four years later we adopted our youngest son at four and a half months. In 1990, when my youngest was two, we decided that we wanted to give back to the system that helped God to bless us with our children.
Our first foster child was a 5 year old boy that was placed in our home on a Friday. His birthday was the next Monday, so our family had a birthday party for him on Sunday. The grandparents came, we had homemade ice cream along with cake and presents. He went home the next day quite to everyone's surprise. Our next foster child came and was with us for fourteen months. While she was here, we had another child placed with us. This was the way placements were made. One would leave, and another one would be placed. Over the years we have had two of our foster children adopted by other families, one given to the custody of her grandparents, one adopted by us and another one possibly will be available for adoption soon, and one aged out. The others were returned home to their parents or parent.
Some have kept in touch with us, most have not. All of them were loved by us and I called them mine, even now that they have moved on. Most of them have a Life Book that I made for them and their families that shows them what their lives were like, what they did, how they grew and who their friends were while they were with us. My husband had a special tradition that he started when the children would leave. They always got a rose, or a stuffed animal for the younger ones. (except for the first child, all were girls) He has written poems about each of them and it is my hope that they remember the chapter of their life that includes us.
As the children grow older, I believe that some will come back to seek us out to let us know how their lives are going and how things work out. They were mine while I had them, all 37 of them. They'll always be mine in my heart.
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Member: Gerri Mullendore
Location: Choctaw, OK
Reviews written: 84
Trusted by: 49 members
About Me:
I'm a foster mom for children with disabilities. I'm a PROUD American!
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