Foster Parent

One day, I am going to be a foster parent.  I really, really like making other people's kids my own; I've been doing it for seven years with the little ones.  And I think I have enough... whatever it is--love, endurance, willpower-- to do it.

As usual, my imagination is taking off with this idea of helping the kids who need it most have a safe, loving home.  But I know it's not so cut and dry.  I've already begun researching Washington's system, although I don't plan on fostering in this state.  But eh, things change. I may find myself here longer than I anticipate.

My child development background gives me an edge and will most likely be looked at as an asset, but I don't plan on seeking out the wee ones.  The youngest age I want is four.  I'm rather tired of nappies and toilet training.... -__-  I want a kid that can dress their-self and go to school.  I want to help my kid with homework and teach them how to cook and nurture their interests.  I want my kid to know that stability and love are possibilities in this world...  And there I go again assuming foster kids have never known these things. Oh, my 6 Nurturing attitude is showing....

But that's what I want, a brood of little brown and black bodies tumbling around my living room.  God, I love other people's kids!!

tbc....